The surroundings soon began to distort gradually.
The air itself seemed to twist, the space around him warping in strange, unnatural ripples as though reality had suddenly become unstable.
Logan quickly placed his thoughts at the back of his mind.
There was no time to think.
Without hesitation, all twenty of his daggers appeared from within the system space and danced around him like a storm of death.
Sharp metallic glints flashed through the distorted atmosphere as the daggers spun around him in perfect synchronization, their movements swift and precise, forming an impenetrable orbit around his body.
A chuckle escaped the space.
The shadow didn't attack yet. Rather, it spoke in an amused tone, calm and oddly entertained.
"A fancy attack… but this is my domain."
"Within my domain, I'm god."
The moment the shadow finished speaking, Logan felt his connection to space disintegrate bit by bit.
It was subtle at first.
Then sudden.
