The crimson thread pulsed, once, against Ren Kagu's wrist. It was impossibly thin, yet it held his fist immobile, effortlessly negating the conceptual weight of Fist Accord that moments before had unmade Radiant commanders and Vampire Ancestors. His strike, poised to unravel the Deputy Pope, simply stopped, suspended inches from its target by this single, inexplicable tether.
Ren's God's Eyes focused instantly, attempting to dissect the nature of the thread. It wasn't energy in any form he recognized – not mana, not miasma, not even the complex energies wielded by divine beasts. It wasn't purely physical matter, though it possessed a tensile strength that defied any known material science. It felt like… solidified will. A narrative imposed upon reality, a single, absolute statement: 'You stop here.' The concept was chillingly simple, yet terrifyingly potent.
