He smashed through a fallen wall and rolled across the dirt, his bones screaming in pain.
The world spun.
His sword slipped from his fingers, landing several meters ahead.
Before him, Vor’Tharek remained motionless, its mirrored form reflecting the destroyed field… and the bloodied body of the man still trying to rise.
The air around the creature vibrated, as if space itself were unstable.
Eron dropped to one knee, coughing blood.
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His pulse burned.
The Sealer’s Mark throbbed red.
He closed his eyes for a second… and activated the channel.
The symbol flared.
His voice echoed not through the air — but through marked souls.
EMERGENCY TRANSMISSION – SEALER CHANNEL
“This is Eron, Abyss class.”“An extremely high-level monster has emerged within Halverin.”“I will attempt to contain it.”
“It possesses the Eighth Form of Nexum: Mirror.”“It can reflect attacks, copy attributes, and reverse time.”“The reversal appears to be… about one second.”
He took a deep breath, feeling the seal burn.
“If I fall…”“…let this not be in vain.”
The transmission ended.
At that same instant, in different parts of the world, dozens of Sealers felt their marks burn.
But some… felt something worse.
They felt fear.