Benedict's breath was ragged as he lay on the ground, his severed arm pooling in a grim heap beside him. Blood stained the cobblestones, and his vision flickered, the edges darkening. The pain was unbearable, but his mind was sharp. He had felt it—the moment when Drevin unleashed the rift, an unnatural tear in the fabric of reality. He had dodged it, but only just. The cost had been too high.His right arm was gone, the searing agony in his shoulder a reminder of how close he'd come to death. His body throbbed, but in his chest, a flicker of defiance still burned. There was no way he was going down like this. Not while Kalen was still fighting.Kalen's voice cut through the haze of pain, clear and firm. "Benedict... use it. Limit Break. Now."Limit Break.The words sparked something deep inside him. Adrenaline surged through his veins. The Weave hummed in his ears, urging him to exceed his limits. This was his only way to survive. He had no choice.With a growl of determination, Benedict's left hand gripped his sword. He could feel the Weave responding to his desperation, the power building as he forced himself to stand. His body trembled under the strain, but his spirit was unyielding. The pain, the loss, the blood—it all faded into the background. He wasn't just Benedict Voss, a Threadbinder who specialized in enhancing his own strength and speed. He was about to unleash the power that would define this moment.The Weave twisted around him, warping the air as his Thread unraveled. And yet, despite the cost, Benedict pushed forward. His senses heightened. Every detail sharpened. His heartbeat echoed in his ears, strong and steady. Every movement felt deliberate. His muscles swelled, veins popping beneath his skin. His reflexes became razor-sharp. He could feel Kalen's energy supporting him in the background, a calm anchor to his reckless offense."Limit Break," Benedict muttered to himself, his eyes locked on Drevin. "Let's finish this."Kalen, standing in the center of the arena, watched his brother with a mix of concern and admiration. He had seen Benedict push himself to the edge many times, but never like this. The Weave around him crackled with energy, ready to tear through reality itself. But Kalen knew this was their only chance.Benedict surged forward in a blur of motion, sword raised with grim resolve. The air vibrated around him as he rushed toward Drevin, his every step pushing his body beyond its normal limits. Time itself seemed to slow, the effects of Limit Break warping his perception of reality.Drevin's eyes narrowed, and a smirk tugged at his lips. "You still think you can win with raw power? How amusing."With a flick of his wrist, Drevin manipulated the Weave, creating a rift beneath his feet. He vanished into the fold of reality, reappearing just behind Benedict. Drevin's hand shot forward, aiming for a killing blow—but Benedict was faster.With a swift motion, Benedict twisted his body mid-air, narrowly dodging the strike that would have ended him. Using the momentum, he swung his sword in a wide arc, crackling with the power of his enhanced state.But Drevin wasn't finished. He stepped back, weaving through the Weave again to open another rift beneath Benedict. The ground split open, the rift expanding like an abyss, trying to swallow him whole."Die, Voss," Drevin hissed, the rift widening, its jagged edges pulling at the fabric of the arena.Benedict, his senses heightened by Limit Break, saw the rift coming before it was too late. He ducked and rolled, twisting his body to evade the deadly tear in reality. The rift's edges scraped against his face, leaving a gash that sent fresh blood spilling down his cheek. But he didn't falter. He pushed through the pain, his body rebelling against the destructive influence of the Weave.With a growl, Benedict launched himself at Drevin again, sword raised high. His movements were faster than lightning, every muscle screaming with the strain of his self-enhancement. He was a force of destruction.Drevin's gaze never wavered. He extended his hand, manipulating the Weave to summon a shield of dark energy. The impenetrable barrier of force materialized in front of him. Benedict's sword slammed into it with a thunderous crash, but the shield held firm, not even a crack forming."You can't defeat me," Drevin said coldly. "You never could."Benedict's eyes blazed with fury as he realized the futility of his strike. But even as the shield held strong, he felt Kalen's presence behind him—a steady anchor in the chaos. Kalen had always been the calm amidst the storm, and now was no different."Not yet, Benedict," Kalen's voice called, sharp and commanding. "You have one more shot. Do it!"The world slowed for a moment. Benedict, panting heavily, his body on the edge of collapse, focused entirely on Kalen's words. There was one move left—one final, desperate attack."Limit Break—Final Stage," Benedict whispered, his voice ragged. He had to take the risk. He had to break through.The Weave exploded around him, tearing apart the limits he had placed on his own body. The air vibrated with energy, the very laws of reality bending under the weight of his power. His senses flooded with clarity. In that moment, he knew exactly what to do.Kalen had provided the perfect opening, the perfect terrain. Benedict used the last of his strength to propel himself forward, every part of him honed into a single focused strike.He was a comet, a shooting star racing toward his target.Then, with the speed of a falling star, he collided with Drevin