Disconnection [2]

A sudden, unnatural stillness washed over the clearing, drowning out the crackle of burning ironwood.

The humid air fractured into invisible, razor-thin ripples as Ser Damian Blacksun shifted his stance.

Around his broadsword, the atmosphere did not merely ripple.

It fractured.

Code 290 and Code 291 froze mid-step, the hair on the back of their necks standing up as a wave of cold dread washed over them.

Behind their bone-white masks, their eyes dilated in sheer, unadulterated shock.

They had spent years executing high-value targets across the continent, but the conceptual pressure emanating from the young First Dragonknight was something entirely alien.

It was not a standard spatial spell. It was a conceptual anomaly.

Unique-Grade Talent: Disconnection.

"What... is this?" Code 291 muttered, his voice trembling for the briefest fraction of a second.