Meylin exhaled slowly. The air trembled as the Sinful Lotus unfolded around her like a blooming star of violet flame. For the first time, she offered no defense between herself and the oncoming blow.
Amazo's fist — heavy enough to shatter small worlds — ascended with the crushing inevitability of fate. But just as it was about to land, the light in Meylin's eyes reached its zenith.
She moved.
Her body flowed like water, melting to the rhythm of The Flow itself. In that instant, she was no longer resisting — she was becoming. Abyss, her left blade, shimmered with black-gold radiance as it darted forward, meeting Amazo's punch at the perfect angle and moment.
The impact rang out like thunder trapped in a bell.
Meylin's blade did not block the strike; it diverted it — shifting its trajectory by a breath, a fraction of eternity. The overwhelming force that could have crushed her skull slid harmlessly past, grazing her cheek and tearing through the air behind her.
