Then—
SHAAAA!
From the depths of the fairy-like world, something emerged.
A blood-red vine.
It shot forward with unnatural speed, faster than a thought, faster than light.
The moment it appeared—
The phantom's soul trembled.
Its presence alone was enough to send waves of terror through his very existence.
A feeling of absolute dread—one he had never experienced before.
'DANGER!'
His instincts screamed.
This was it.
This was the source of his fear.
Without hesitation, the phantom acted.
His overwhelming soul force surged outward, forming an impenetrable shield around him.
A barrier so dense, it could withstand even the most powerful soul attacks.
"You won't reach me!" he roared, pouring every ounce of his might into the defense.
But then—
The vine didn't stop.
It didn't crash into the barrier.
It didn't shatter against his power.
It simply—
Passed through.
Effortlessly.
Like his shield didn't exist.
Like his power was meaningless.
"IMPOSSIBLE!"
