Famine's tendrils faltered first. The moment the compressed domain locked in, their movement slowed unnaturally, as if the space itself was crushing down on them. War's lightning flickered violently, its control slipping under the sudden pressure.
They had been caught off guard.
That single moment of hesitation was all Adam needed. His eyes sharpened, his body already moving as the domain fully stabilized. There was no pause, no wasted motion, no second thought.
He attacked.
A violent cyclone erupted from his position, formed from compressed wind and coated entirely in death affinity. It didn't spread outward, it twisted tightly, spinning faster and faster within the confined space of the domain.
There was nowhere to escape.
The cyclone expanded just enough to consume everything within the domain's boundary. Famine's tendrils were shredded instantly, torn apart before they could retract. War's projectiles collapsed mid-air, crushed and erased before reaching him.
