The moment stretched for Alex, his Ancient Eyes seeing what ordinary sight could not. His mind dissected every strand of the silken sphere encasing him, each thread pulsing faintly, weaving itself deeper into the world's unseen rhythm.
The construct's influence wasn't immediate, as it grew quietly, insidiously, like a beast extending its limbs through the fabric of reality itself.
This was the danger of facing an element as elusive as Fate, since its power did not strike like fire or ice, but rather it decided, rewriting what was meant to happen long before one even realized it.
So, instead of blindly planting Error into the lattice of diamond-like strings, Alex focused entirely on his attack, his mind sharpening to a single, lethal point.
He brought his blade down upon Zarach, a torrent of erasing darkness and unified blade intent crashing forward like a devouring wave.
