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“Get back!” Sol roared at Elyndra, he knew that there was no winning. Only how spectacularly he would lose. And his pride refused to let him just die without throwing a punch. He instinctively stepped in front of the alien girl, bracing his spear, preparing to burn every single drop of his newly acquired essence in a suicidal strike.

Even if this Layer 4 monster would crush him like an insect, he would make it bleed first.

But… Elyndra didn’t move.

She didn’t gasp or flinch. She didn’t even summon her glowing violet shield.

She just stood there, hands clasped behind her back, looking at the massive, terrifying Layer 4 monster with the same mild, detached curiosity she had given the dead boar.

he just stood there behind him, her hands clasped casually behind her back. She peered around Sol’s broad shoulder, looking up at the massive, terrifying Layer 4 monster with the exact same mild, detached curiosity she had given the dead boar a few minutes ago.

“Ah,” Elyndra murmured, her harmonic voice perfectly calm, cutting through the heavy, freezing tension of the ravine. “A stray Weaver. It seems the stirring in the depths is already pushing the bigger cuties out of their territories.”

Cuties? Sol’s brain misfired. She just called a three-story acid-spewing nightmare a cutie?

The giant spider obviously didn’t appreciate the comment. It let out a deafening, clicking screech that shattered the petrified wood around it and sent shockwaves through the ravine.

Despite its towering size, it moved with a horrifying, impossible speed. The air violently displaced around its body. Its massive obsidian fangs opened wide, dripping a tidal wave of smoking black acid, aiming to snap Sol and Elyndra entirely in half in a single, brutal bite.

Sol locked his jaw. He didn’t blink. He stared straight into the jaws of death, funneling every last spark of his roaring Sun Core into the tip of his spear, ready to die fighting.

Elyndra simply smiled.

She casually raised her right hand from behind her back.

She didn’t chant a long, dramatic spell. She didn’t summon a massive, localized storm like Zephyra had done on the watchtower. She didn’t even shift her stance or brace herself for an impact.

She just extended a single, pale, ash-gray finger and lightly tapped the empty air in front of her.

SNAP.

The sound wasn’t loud. It sounded exactly like someone snapping a dry twig in a quiet room.

There was no explosion. There was no massive shockwave of kinetic force. There was no roaring fire or blinding apocalyptic lightning.

It was just a tiny, microscopic pinpoint of absolute, pitch-black light that appeared for a fraction of a millisecond at the tip of her finger.

The giant Layer 4 Weaver Spider… a monster that possessed the raw, catastrophic power to wipe out the entire Veynar tribe, a beast that would have required the Warchief, the High Shaman, and the entire Vanguard army to sacrifice their lives just to slow it down… didn’t get cut in half.

It didn’t even get crushed.

It just… ceased to exist.

One second it was lunging through the air,it’s fangs inches away from them, its toxic acid already searing the air.

And the absolute next second, it was gone.

As if erased. Deleted from the physical plane of reality.

There was no blood raining down. There was no hissing acid melting the mud. There was no massive corpse crashing into the ravine to shake the earth.

The only evidence that the apex predator had ever existed at all was the ground.

A perfectly smooth, flawless, spherical crater had been carved directly into the ravine floor. It spanned fifty feet across, cutting through mud, bedrock, and petrified tree roots alike with absolutely zero resistance. It looked like a giant, invisible ice cream scoop had simply removed a chunk of the world, leaving a divot so smooth it reflected the dim light like polished glass.

Sol stood completely frozen.

His bone-spear was still raised, locked in a striking stance. His Sun Core was still burning, the golden yang energy coursing through his tight veins.

But his brain had completely, utterly stalled out.

The sheer lack of physics, the absolute violation of reality he had just witnessed, broke his cognitive processing. He didn’t breathe. He didn’t blink.

Slowly, agonizingly, his muscles unlocked. He lowered his weapon. The heavy butt of the bone-spear hit the mud with a dull thud. He stared blankly at the massive, perfectly smooth crater in front of him.

Just empty space.

He turned his head slowly, his neck joints popping in the quiet ravine, to look at Elyndra.

The alien girl was already lowering her hand, looking at her fingernails, appearing entirely bored by the interaction. She didn’t look tired or drained

She had just casually erased a tribe-ending threat with the same amount of effort it took to flick away a mosquito.

She had just casually, effortlessly erased a tribe-ending threat with the exact same amount of physical and mental effort it took for a normal person to flick away a mosquito.

“As I said, anomaly,” Elyndra said softly. Her harmonic voice cut through the dead, suffocating silence of the ravine, carrying no malice, only a cold, objective truth. “You have only just learned to crawl.”

Sol’s grip on his spear trembled slightly. He couldn’t stop it. His hands were literally shaking. There’s no way, the beautiful girl in front of him, had the power to obliterate him a second, and here he was threatening her earlier.

The sheer, unfathomable gap in power was staggering. He had thought Layer 2 made him a god. Elyndra had just shown him he wasn’t even a speck of dust.

“What…” Sol rasped. His throat was so dry the word scraped against his vocal cords. His voice was completely hollow, stripped of all its usual cocky defiance. “What was that?”

“Just a minor spatial power,” Elyndra replied dismissively. She turned to face him, floating a few inches higher off the ground.

“Anyway, my observation time is coming to close,” she announced, the air around her beginning to warp and distort, , bending the light of the jungle like a harsh desert mirage. The edges of her form started to blur. “I must continue my journey. There are far more interesting territories beyond this stagnant jungle.”

She looked down at him, her glowing violet-eyes locking onto his silver-crimson gaze.