The three dimensions were expanding.
It was not a simple collision of powers, nor an exchange of attacks like in any other battle.
That was something much deeper, more primitive, as if three wills were trying to rewrite reality at the same time, imposing their own laws on a world that could no longer sustain so many simultaneous truths.
The space began to fold in on itself, as if it were made of old fabric tearing under too much pressure, the sky fragmented into overlapping layers that moved in opposite directions, and the ground stopped being something fixed, becoming an unstable surface that vibrated with every pulse of magical energy that crossed the place.
Three different realities had been born at the same time, each with its own logic, its own structure, its own independent existence.
And now they were fighting to impose themselves.
The air became heavy, dense, almost impossible to breathe, as if every particle was being forced to obey contradictory orders at the same time.
Gravity changed irregularly, pulling bodies in impossible directions, shadows moved without owners like living creatures, and the colors of the world distorted until they became unrecognizable, blending into each other as if reality were losing its original form.
It was like watching three different dreams trying to exist in the same place, none willing to disappear.
However, the world did not collapse.
The planet, enormous and immeasurable, remained firm before that chaos. Its size, its core, its very essence seemed to absorb the impact of those dimensions as if they were simple waves in an infinite ocean that could not be disturbed by surface storms.
The energy that resided in the deepest part of its existence was so vast that not even three dimensional expansions could alter it significantly, as if the destruction occurring on the surface was nothing more than a whisper compared to its true power.
It was as if the world itself refused to break, as if it rejected the idea of disappearing.
And while all of that was happening, in the middle of absolute chaos, a laugh resonated.
—This is magnificent… magnificent… magnificent…
Towa's voice cut through the distortions like a blade, clean, clear, loaded with emotion, with madness and with a fascination so intense that it bordered on the sick.
Her eyes shone with a dangerous light as she watched the dimensions collide with each other, destroying and rebuilding themselves in a matter of seconds, as if that spectacle were the most beautiful thing she had seen in her entire existence.
For her, that was not danger.
It was beauty.
Around her, everything had disappeared. There were no traces of the original landscape, nor of the sky, nor of the ground, nor of any point of reference that could indicate where they really were.
Only a deep darkness existed, an absolute void where the three realities tried to impose themselves with violence.
It was a scenario where logic had ceased to exist, where the rules were imposed by force and where only the stability of will could decide who would remain standing.
But that struggle did not last long.
Because in a battle of dimensions… there can be no tie.
Each of the expansions had been activated with a different amount of power, and in that type of confrontation, even the smallest difference could become a definitive sentence.
Towa and Nomura had used a similar percentage, creating an unstable balance that barely sustained their realities, like structures built on weak foundations that could collapse at any moment.
But Arata… Arata had gone further.
He had released a greater amount of energy, betting everything on a single move, trusting that his domain would be enough to crush the others before they could react.
He had left no room for doubt, nor for caution, he had only advanced with the certainty that his dimension would be the strongest.
And the world responded to that difference.
Towa's and Nomura's dimensions began to fragment, like glass cracking under impossible pressure.
Their structures lost stability, their laws became inconsistent, and little by little they were absorbed by Arata's expansion, which advanced like an unstoppable tide devouring everything in its path.
The darkness trembled.
And then… it changed.
From the void emerged a new reality.
A mountain range of floating peaks rose in space, suspended in a sky covered by golden clouds that shone with a warm but unsettling light, as if they hid something beyond the visible.
The air became clearer, more defined, as if it had finally recovered a single way of existing after having been divided among multiple possibilities.
Arata's world had won.
—Welcome to the second dimension of the Throne of the Dragon God…
His voice resonated with firmness, loaded with pride and an absolute confidence that left no room for doubt.
There was no longer tension in his body, nor uncertainty in his gaze, because inside his dimension, he was the maximum authority.
Everything that existed in that space responded to his will, every movement, every particle, every vibration of the air was under his control.
And that made him something close to invincible.
Nomura observed in silence, clenching his teeth while quickly analyzing the situation.
He knew perfectly well what it meant to be inside a foreign dimension, he knew the rules, the limitations, the disadvantages.
Every step he took would be conditioned, every movement would be observed, every attempt to attack would be anticipated.
And in that place… Arata was the law.
—Towa… this will be your end —he said with absolute certainty, advancing a step while his gaze fixed on her—. Now you are trapped in the cube of my dimension… here I am invincible.
There was no empty arrogance.
It was an affirmation based on rules that could not be ignored.
Inside that world, his regeneration became almost instantaneous, his body reacted before danger existed and his mind processed every movement with an inhuman precision that bordered on the absurd.
His spear, turned into an extension of his will, moved with a speed that broke the normal limits of perception, adapting to the enemy in real time.
There was no way to face him in a conventional manner.
And yet…
Towa was smiling.
It was a calm smile, almost carefree, as if she were not trapped in a dimension designed specifically to kill her, as if all of that were nothing more than a situation she had already foreseen from the beginning.
There was no fear in her expression, nor tension in her posture, only an unsettling calm that made everything even stranger.
As if this… was exactly what she had been waiting for.
Arata did not hesitate.
His body moved instantly, disappearing from his position and reappearing in front of her in a blink that could barely be perceived.
His spear traced a perfect line in the air, direct, precise, impossible to dodge within the rules of his dimension.
The attack impacted.
The tip of the spear pierced Towa's abdomen without resistance, perforating her body with a terrifying ease, as if her flesh were nothing more than an insignificant obstacle.
The blood gushed immediately, sliding down the weapon while her body leaned slightly forward from the force of the impact.
Nomura opened his eyes in surprise.
Arata also stopped.
Because something did not fit.
Towa had not tried to dodge.
She had not tried to block.
She had done absolutely nothing.
And yet…
She kept smiling.
—You took too long, Arata…
Her voice came out weak, accompanied by a slight thread of blood that escaped from her lips, but her expression did not change in the slightest. There was no pain in her eyes, nor fear, nor desperation.
Only… expectation.
The silence became heavy, dense, as if something invisible had settled between them.
Confusion began to expand slowly, like a crack opening in an apparently intact surface.
Arata frowned.
For the first time… he felt discomfort.
—What…?
But it was already too late.
The energy around Towa began to change, not abruptly, but gradually, like a tide that grows in silence until it finally covers everything.
Her magic increased, enveloping her body in a different pressure, deeper, older, as if something inside her had been waiting for that exact moment to awaken.
And then…
—Alternate dimension… Reflection of Genesis.
The words left her mouth like a whisper, but their impact was absolute.
The world trembled.
Because the second rule of dimensions had been activated.
The time of the fifteen seconds… had passed.
Her body had stabilized.
And now… she could do it again.
The energy exploded, not like a violent explosion, but like an inevitable expansion, like the birth of a new reality that could not be stopped.
Arata's dimension began to vibrate, its structures distorted, its laws broke as if they were simple illusions incapable of sustaining themselves before something superior.
Nomura felt it immediately.
—It can't be…
But it was.
Towa's new dimension was not only more stable.
It had more power.
A small percentage of difference… enough to change everything.
The golden sky fragmented.
The floating mountains began to disintegrate.
And reality, once again, changed owners.
Because in a battle of dimensions…
A single instant can decide everything.