[Silent Threshold — Combat Zone — 4:23 PM]
The angel stepped back three meters.
Alex advanced three meters.
The distance between them didn't change.
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The angel materialized constructs.
Not six — sixteen, simultaneous, white‑light spears from the Gods' plane fired from every angle at the same time. The same speed as the previous exchanges. The same force — the force that had pierced the Threshold's ground two meters deep when it missed at minute one.
Alex crossed the two scythes in front of his body.
F1's black edge — the edge of the plane between life and death, the only material with natural resistance to Gods'‑plane constructs — swept eight in the left arc. F4's violet edge cut five in the direct front. The last three grazed his torso — one on his left shoulder, two on the ribs that were already fractured.
The impact should have brought down someone with positive HP.
Alex had HP at zero.
The number didn't change.
