A deep silence stretched across the chamber, as if the very air had been sucked out of existence.

Then, without warning, the Sixth Orc Lord moved.

The moment it moved, the air itself split apart.

It wasn’t just speed, it was something beyond human perception.

One moment, the swirling black mist of its form was seated upon the throne, and the next, it was upon the red-haired figure,

Its massive fist, wrapped in dense, suffocating darkness, drove forward its massive fist hurtling forward with enough force to shatter reality itself.

I braced myself, instincts screaming at me to go further away, but they was no other place.

Evelyn clutched my arm, frozen in sheer terror. The impact was inevitable.

And then-

BOOM.

A thunderous impact exploded through the chamber as the Sixth Orc Lord’s fist made contact.

The sheer force of the collision sent violent tremors through the ground, causing massive fractures to rip through the stone walls.

Half of the chamber disintegrated in an instant, vanishing in a tidal wave of destruction.

Dust and debris filled the air, a chaotic storm of shattered stone and crumbling architecture.

I shielded Evelyn with my body, pushing her further away from the battlefield.

Even from this distance, the impact felt like a shockwave tearing through my bones.

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But then, something was wrong.

I expected to see the red-haired man, the so-called Harbinger of Oblivion, flung backward, sent crashing through the dungeon, should have been enough to crush him, injure him, destroy him, like any normal being would after taking such a devastating blow.

But that didn’t happen.

Instead, as the dust settled.

He stood there.

Unmoved.

Unharmed.

Unshaken.

And the Sixth Orc Lord was gone.

Not flung into the distance.

Not injured or sent reeling.

Not retreating.

Not struggling.

Simply... gone.

I narrowed my eyes, trying to process what I was seeing.

And in front of the Harbinger of Oblivion, where the Sixth Orc Lord had stood just moments ago, nothing remained.

The entire space had been erased.

It wasn’t destroyed in a normal sense, it was removed.

The stone floor, the very essence of the chamber itself, had vanished as if reality had been rewritten.

I wasn’t a fool.

I had seen many battles.

I had witnessed strength, raw and terrifying.

I had seen hunters clash with monsters of unfathomable might.

It was as if the Sixth Orc Lord had struck itself harder, as if its own force had turned against it, leaving only annihilation in its wake.

But I knew what I had seen.

The Harbinger of Oblivion had not lifted a finger.

I swallowed hard, my hands clenching into fists.

What... the hell was I looking at?

Evelyn’s grip on me tightened, her entire body trembling.

I could hear her rapid, shallow breaths, the sound of someone who was at the absolute limit of their fear.

But the nightmare wasn’t over.

The chamber groaned around us, its structure struggling to hold together.

Chunks of stone began breaking off, plummeting into the abyss below.

The system, already malfunctioning, flickered wildly in my vision, unable to process what had just occurred.

The dungeon was collapsing.

And then... he turned to me.

Slowly, with a deliberate, almost lazy movement, the Harbinger of Oblivion shifted his gaze toward me.

The red-haired man, his dark red eyes burning with something unreadable, shifted his gaze toward me.

The moment our eyes met, my mind went blank.

A chill ran down my spine.

It wasn’t fear.

No, I wasn’t scared.

But for the first time, I felt as if I were standing before something that didn’t belong in this world.

I had faced powerful monsters in that void that could possibly erase cities.

But nothing, nothing, had ever made me feel this small, this insignificant.

His dark red eyes, impossibly deep, locked onto me, and in that moment, I felt as though the entire weight of existence itself had shifted.

This wasn’t just power.

This was something beyond comprehension.