Feeling the drain of mana, Ash smiled madly. As he spoke, Creara and Elysia appeared on either of his shoulders.
"Good... Hyperversal Infinities... how neat." With those words, his long-sleeved shirt faded away, revealing a perfectly sculpted torso adorned with black and red tattoos.
The Infinite Weaver wore a constant frown, never pausing his work on the threads even while Ash talked.
His eyes narrowed the instant the spirits appeared, as if he'd been pulled onto the same Layer of Reality as Ash, even after shifting upward again.
No, that wasn't quite it… it was more like Ash himself had stepped onto the 122nd layer of reality. In that moment, it became far harder for his weavings to touch him.
And Ash… he was smiling, not in his usual way, but with something almost Asura-like.
"I just hope you won't die too quickly."
Those were the final words before the battle rose to a level few could ever dream of reaching.
