The Nexus went quiet. The celebration died. Reaper-7 stood across the arena, its mirrored faceplate now showing only one future: a blank, white void.
He didn’t feel pain. He felt absence . His arm didn’t hurt because his arm wasn’t there anymore. Not severed—erased. The wound was a smooth, black circle, like a hole in a photograph. extremexworld comic
Kaelen should have been terrified. Instead, he felt a strange, cold clarity. He looked at Zara. “There’s only one way to stop Perma-Eclipse, isn’t there?” The Nexus went quiet
