Aiden vanished—not through speed, but through will.
His golden aura blinked from existence for a moment, only to reappear within the mass of writhing, shifting entities.
He slashed.
His blade tore through the nearest form, severing it from existence.
Or at least—that's what should have happened.
Instead, the thing split again, multiplying like a sickness. His attack had done nothing.
Aiden's mind raced. He had erased beings from reality before. Gods, demons, entities that once ruled the heavens—none had been able to resist his authority.
But this thing—this thing wasn't part of reality to begin with.
It wasn't bound by the same rules.
A chilling realization settled over him.
"How do you kill something that was never alive?"
The creature lunged again, and Aiden barely twisted away in time. Its form blurred, breaking physics itself as it came at him from multiple angles at once.
Time, space, and causality meant nothing to it.
