This internal spiraling rebound of the Spirit is more lethal than any external attack.
Delir felt his consciousness being torn into countless fragments, each one enduring unimaginable pain.
Meanwhile, Kempes was experiencing equally bad conditions.
His body, scattered across multiple spatial layers, began losing synchronization, and each part underwent a varying degree of explosion.
"No... impossible... how can this essence be..."
Kempes's voice echoed simultaneously from a dozen dimensions, each trembling with agony:
"This is a trap... that venomous Nari..."
Before he could finish speaking, a second wave of explosions swept through his spatial network.
The originally stable multi-dimensional existence began to collapse, as body parts from different spatial layers clashed.
The left hand tried to grasp the right hand, but they existed in different dimensions;
The head attempted to command the body, but spatial turbulence completely severed the transmission of information;
