Chapter 42: The Fractured Eternity
Neraxis formed a hand sign, his eyes cold and calculating. "You've earned my respect, Drax. A man with no vital force, yet your speed and body are peak human abilities. Impressive. You pushed me… even though I am the strongest, filled with nearly infinite vital force."
He continued, his voice echoing like a storm. "Supreme Expansion of Space."
Suddenly, an open space bloomed around him, forming a throne-like seat atop the crumbling building where Neraxis stood. The air itself seemed to warp under his presence.
"The Fractured Eternity," he murmured. Chaos erupted. Mirror shards burst from Drax's body, slicing, shattering, and exploding with relentless speed, their endless rhythm almost impossible to track.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
Drax, battered and bleeding, felt his last moments slipping away. Thoughts of heroism and failure collided in his mind:
I knew you outclassed me. But I wanted to be a hero… just once. Guess I failed.
Before he could move again, a shard tore through his throat. His body collapsed, lifeless, yet the mirror shards continued to tear at him, a grim testament to the magnitude of Neraxis' power.
Neraxis observed silently, a faint, almost begrudging admiration in his eyes. "You were truly exceptional for someone like you. I cannot imagine anyone else even standing before me."
The city below trembled from the intensity of his Supreme Expansion. Chaos and destruction reflected the sheer scale of his power, leaving no doubt that Neraxis was untouchable—a force beyond comprehension.