Chapter Title: When the World Starts to Reject You
They moved as one.
Not staggered.
Not layered.
Perfectly synchronized.
Azrael felt it before their attacks even formed.
Not just intent.
Finality.
This was no longer testing.
No more observation.
No more attempts to contain or define him.
They had reached a conclusion.
And that conclusion was simple.
Erase him.
The armored figure closed the distance first, his blade no longer aiming for prediction but inevitability. Every movement he made carved through space with absolute precision, leaving no room for error, no space for deviation.
At the same time, the woman in white lifted both hands, and the air itself responded.
Not bending.
Not tightening.
But rejecting.
Azrael felt it immediately.
The world around him… pushed ba
