RUMBLE.
It was a surreal, almost glitch-like spectacle.
Whatever blocked the Asura Titan Form's path appeared to be nothing more than wisps of gray fog. Vapor. Smoke.
Yet, when the trident pierced it, the sound wasn't a swish of air—it was the grinding, thunderous roar of tectonic plates colliding. The mist screamed, a cacophony of distorted, agonizing wails echoing from nowhere and everywhere.
BZZT!
The stalemate broke. The Asura Titan Form seized the advantage.
Bolts of lightning detonated outward, fueled by a surge of Abyssal Energy. The trident moved like a railgun shot, tearing through the resistance.
Orion reached the core. The trident slashed downward, severing the root-like tendrils anchoring the Gray Crystal. In one fluid motion, the Asura Titan Form snatched the crystal, absorbing it into its inventory.
Without the Gray Crystal to anchor its reality, the pocket dimension destabilized instantly.
Space folded in on itself. The world fractured like tempered glass.
