No matter how many times he attacked, the threads remained intact, defying his every effort.
His body trembled with fatigue, his void energy nearly depleted, only slowly refilling as it spilled out of the celestial connection within his inner heart world.
Each strike had been more desperate than the last, the portal stubbornly holding its ground. It was fully anchored into Nexaria with a force that surpassed anything he had encountered before.
"This… damn thing…" Lassim growled under his breath, his voice ragged from exertion.
"I can't…" Lassim muttered in defeat, his grip on his halberd slackening for the first time since the battle had begun.
His strength was waning.
His progenitor marks flared with flickering energy as he switched strategies and reached his hands out trying to physically pull them apart with his hands coated in the void energy, but it wasn't enough.
