Hours Later
Sweat poured from Leon's body as he stood surrounded by hundreds of shattered echo-threads. His strikes had grown unnaturally fluid—striking once, but then rebounding on a new vector with each shatter. It was chaos made precise.
A new prompt shimmered before him:
Shell Reverb Subform Unlocked: Shatter Echo
[You may now store and rupture momentum traces from previous exchanges, creating aftershocks in your movements. Use with caution—too many echoes can rupture your own body.]
Leon's mastery reached 67%.
He stepped out from the chamber, calmer, quieter. Even Roselia looked at him differently—his presence was heavier, denser, like thunder waiting to break.
Naval gave a soft clap. "And the weapon sharpens further."
Milim flexed. "Alright! Now that you've had your nap in a memory sauna, let's go wreck whoever's next!"
Leon smiled faintly, glancing toward the gate that led to Rank 52.
"Time to test it for real."
