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MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 406: Fractured World
From the outside, the Bleeding Hollow Zone resembled a rupture in reality itself, a jagged fracture suspended in midair, thrumming with barely contained annihilation.
The surrounding space-time warped with unnatural shimmer, distorting both light and silence in its wake.
It was neither a portal nor a construct, but rather a stabilized anomaly, an echo of a cataclysm that failed to unfold, now frozen in perpetual paradox.
Layers of spatial distortion laced around it like illusions, constantly shifting yet eternally still.
Its very presence radiated an oppressive pressure, as though the world held its breath, torn between preventing its collapse or containing its expansion.
Anthony turned to his team.
With a subtle nod exchanged between them, they leapt into the fractured space without a trace of hesitation.
For a fleeting instant, the shifting dimensions disoriented their senses, blurring perception and unraveling orientation.
Then, in the blink of an eye, clarity returned.
They opened their eyes to find themselves standing within a new reality.
The fractured space unveiled a warped, chaotic realm, an otherworldly expanse where floating landmasses drifted beneath the sway of shifting gravity, tethered by flickering bridges of cracked crystal and pulsing crimson light.
Overhead, a sky of obsidian mist churned restlessly, pierced by blinking stars that gave the uncanny impression of being watched.
Time itself fractured in plain sight, trailing spectral afterimages with every motion, as if the future and past struggled to remain apart.
Molten-glass trees twisted skyward, their limbs radiating cursed energy in rhythmic pulses.
Rivers of liquid shadow snaked across islands of black sand, etching paths like scars upon the earth.
All around them, various ruins hovered in perpetual collapse, frozen mid-fall, while faint, sourceless whispers brushed the edges of perception.
The terrain breathed with sentience, subtly reshaping in response to emotion, as though the realm itself were alive, observing, adapting, and waiting.
As Anthony and his team absorbed the surreal expanse around them, it descended.
Spatial pressure.
An unseen force settled upon them, and the very world seemed to press inward, as though the fabric of this realm had chosen them as its burden.
Gravity twisted beyond measure, not pulling them down, but folding around their bodies with crushing intent.
Some among them staggered, knees dipping under the invisible weight.
Yet with a single breath, a quiet recalibration, they stood tall once more, unshaken.
Anthony moved first.
His initial step felt light, natural, as if untouched by the realm's hostility.
But the second was different.
It dragged.
His foot sank slowly forward, as if wading through invisible syrup.
The air clung to him, resisting movement with the thickness of a dream turned nightmare.
Anthony's senses fought to anchor themselves, sound, sight, even time unraveled into inconsistency.
Each footfall echoed before it landed, as though the sound itself had traveled from the future to the present.
Perception fractured, bent out of sync with reality.
He was not alone in his disorientation.
Kingsley, Reynold, Seraphim, and Dale all wrestled with the same distortion, their movements sluggish, their senses dulled by the shifting rules of the realm.
But within moments, a change occurred.
Anthony and Kingsley's bodies adjusted.
Their breathing steadied, their eyes regained focus, and the fractured world, once oppressive, seemed to pass through them untouched.
Their steps found rhythm, no longer hindered by the chaotic weight.
"Fuck. What kind of monsters are the both of you…"
Dale growled, his voice edged with frustration as his aura flared violently, anchoring his foot in place against the shifting ground.
Anthony remained still.
He didn't take another step, nor issue a single command.
He understood that moving ahead now would only risk unraveling the mission, they needed time.
Time for his team to adapt to this volatile, ever-shifting world.
So he waited, silent and vigilant, letting the fractured realm press against him as he stood unmoved.
Half an hour passed.
At last, Reynold, Dale, and Seraphim found their balance.
Their movements grew fluid, their footing more certain, the terrain no longer warping their every step.
But something still wasn't right.
Anthony could feel it.
A presence, unseen, undefined, brushed the edges of his awareness like a whisper in the wind.
Though his Sense Dome couldn't stretch across the entire fractured world, he was far from blind.
His instincts, honed through battles, were screaming.
They were being watched.
By what or by whom, he didn't yet know.
But whatever it was... it was out there.
And it was patient.
"I don't know how"
Anthony began, his voice low but clear.
"But this place suppresses stealth techniques, even those at your level. Whatever governs this realm doesn't permit concealment. This is no longer a reconnaissance mission"
He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle now that the team had finally stabilized.
"We have a choice"
He continued, scanning each of their faces.
"I may wear the title of captain, but that doesn't mean your voices don't matter. We can turn back now, or we can press forward"
Silence followed, brief, but thick with consideration.
Reynold, Dale, Seraphim, and Kingsley exchanged glances.
Then, almost in sync, they turned their gazes toward Anthony and spoke as one.
"Continue"
Anthony nodded once, resolute.
"Then let's move"
At his command, the team surged into motion, their formation instinctive, sharp, silent, and ready for whatever this warped realm had in store.
Their footsteps tapped lightly against the ground, swift yet near-silent, each movement honed through discipline.
The fractured world groaned around them, thick with chaos, its atmosphere devoid of even a single thread of ambient mana.
The very air felt hollow, barren.
Then it came.
A sharp whistle cut through the silence, high and fast, an arrow tearing through the air, aimed with deadly precision at Reynold.
It descended from above, its speed blinding, its timing perfect.
But no one moved.
Not Reynold. Not the others.
They simply watched.
The arrow struck Reynold.
It hit his eye dead-on.
Yet instead of blood or pain, there was only a dull clink, the sound of metal meeting an impenetrable force.
The arrow bounced harmlessly away, spiraling to the ground.
Reynold blinked once, his expression unreadable.
He had diverted the strike, not with force, but by absorbing its momentum through his Momentum Control Talent, a subtle mastery that unraveled the velocity.
Reynold clicked his tongue in quiet frustration.
'Was I just taken for the weakest?'
His footwork shifted, subtle but precise, as his fingers curled around the hilt of the rapier at his waist.
In the next breath, his form blurred, vanishing in a burst of momentum.
A heartbeat later, he was there, face to face with the attacker, a demon veiled in partial camouflage atop a warped cliff edge.
Reynold's rapier flashed like a beam of silver light, and with a single thrust, a hole was blown clean through the demon's skull.
There was no resistance, no second strike, just the clean finality of death.
The demon crumpled without sound.
Reynold turned, stepping away from the molten glass tree he'd landed on, ready to rejoin his team.
But then, the ground shuddered.
A low, groaning quake rolled beneath their feet, building into a violent tremor.
Seraphim narrowed her eyes, her stance steady.
"What is happening now?"
She asked, her voice calm.
The earth beneath them heaved with an unnatural force, rising like a living entity.
The ground split open, and jagged cliffs surged upward, an impassable wall blocking their path.
In an instant, the team sprang into action.
Their bodies shot into the air, propelled by sheer will and agility, landing deftly upon the floating landmasses that dotted the fractured world.
Then, the air thickened.
A heavy shift in the energy surrounding them sent an eerie ripple through the atmosphere.
And through the shifting mists, a figure appeared, staggering forward with grotesque, unsteady steps.
Blood poured from numerous wounds, pooling at her feet as she dragged herself forward.
Her body was impaled by a myriad of weapons, swords, spears, daggers, each one buried deep, as if left there by countless hands.
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Her voice cut through the stillness, wild with anguish and fury.
"How could you leave me behind?"
She screamed, her words shaking the air around them.
"I saved all of you… Yet you couldn't even mourn me. You're all ungrateful!"
Her voice cracked, breaking under the weight of a grief too great to contain.
"Give me back my life!"
The woman's eyes, bloodshot and burning with rage, fixed on them, her gaze one of both pain and a desperate hunger for something lost, something denied.
"Captain"
Dale whispered, his voice heavy with emotion, his body already moving as though to approach the woman.
His steps faltered, however, as Seraphim's hand shot out, her fingers glowing with a pulse of Spiritual Energy.
In an instant, her palm pressed gently to both Reynold and Dale's heads, and a wave of calm clarity washed over them.
The illusion, so vivid, so real, began to dissipate like smoke, leaving nothing but the cold weight of reality.
Reynold blinked, his breath a quiet exhale.
"To think I fell for an illusion…"
He muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
But before the words could even finish forming, they were swallowed by a deeper, darker presence.
The obsidian sky above them twisted violently, churning as though the heavens themselves were unraveling.
The mist thickened, drawing in on itself, coiling and knotting in the air like a monstrous serpent ready to strike.
Then, with a sound like a thunderclap, the sky split open.
A vortex, a tornado of pure darkness, descended from the roiling clouds, its winds howling with a vicious, malevolent force.
It struck the floating landmass with the fury of an earthquake, tearing through the air with enough power to shatter the very fabric of the world itself.
And it didn't stop.
One tornado became two.
Then ten. Then a hundred, a thousand.
Each one twisted from the sky above, tearing through the air like ancient, malevolent forces unleashed.
The ground beneath them trembled as the wind screamed with a voice that felt almost… alive.