CHAPTER 187 — ECLIPSE WAR (PART II)
The sky did not heal.
It scarred.
A vertical fissure still ran across the golden lattice where their collision had split raw geometry open for the world to see. The twin planetary rings spun faster now, descent uneven, rotation destabilized.
Three.
The number burned unstable.
Long Hao hovered in the torn sky, fracture open, iris rotating steadily. Black light spiraled around him in controlled currents.
Zehell faced him across a gulf of fractured air, eclipse mantle denser than before, gold spirals tightening across her arms like living circuitry.
No words now.
Only inevitability.
She moved first.
Not with projection.
Not with construct.
She disappeared entirely.
Not invisibility.
Absence.
Long Hao felt it immediately.
Not behind him.
Not above.
Inside.
A pulse struck his core from within his own resonance field.
He staggered mid-air.
The fracture flared violently.
