Fury stood in the abyss, his breath steady despite the weight pressing down on his shoulders. His body still ached from the battle, his wounds raw, but something was different now.
Temporal Rift.
The power still burned in his veins. It felt unnatural, like holding a blade with no hilt—dangerous, unstable, yet undeniably his.
He raised a hand, concentrating. The world around him trembled. The very air stuttered, flickering like a broken illusion. His perception sharpened, stretching across invisible lines that wove through the abyss.
Time was no longer an enemy.
It was his to manipulate.
A smirk tugged at his lips. “This might actually be fun.”
Then—the abyss shifted.
Fury’s eyes snapped forward.
A figure stood in the distance.
Not a beast. Not another mindless creature spawned from this hell.
A man.
Draped in a long, flowing coat. Face hidden beneath a hood. But his presence—it was suffocating.
The air turned thick, like moving through a dream where nothing obeyed the laws of reality.
Fury tightened his grip on his katana. “Let me guess. You’re the next nightmare I gotta cut down?”
The figure didn’t move.
Then—he lifted a hand.
A snap of fingers.
The world stopped.
Not like before.
This time, even Fury’s mind was paralyzed.
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He could still think. Still process. But his body?
It was locked.
Not frozen in time. Not removed from existence.
Just… bound.
Like invisible chains wrapped around every inch of him, tightening, restricting, holding him in place.
The figure finally spoke.
“You have learned to walk through time’s ripples.”
His voice was cold. Hollow. As if spoken from another era entirely.
“But you are still bound by its chains.”
Fury growled, forcing his body to move. Every muscle screamed in protest, but he refused to stay still.
He pushed—harder, deeper—through the unseen bindings.
His katana twitched.
The chains cracked.
The figure exhaled, almost… amused.
“You are unlike the others.”
Fury smirked, blood dripping from his lip. “Yeah? Guess that makes two of us.”
The world shattered.
Fury moved.
His katana flashed—
CLANG!
The air itself fractured as the figure caught his blade with a single hand.
Fury’s eyes widened. His blade didn’t sink. Didn’t cut. It was as if time itself refused to let
him land a hit.
The figure leaned forward.
“You are not ready.”
Then—he vanished.
Not teleported. Not blurred away. Just ceased to exist.
For a single heartbeat, Fury stood still.
Then rage erupted inside him.
"NO! YOU’RE NOT LEAVING!"
His eyes burned crimson. His breath turned ragged. Power surged through his veins.
BOOM.
The air around him fractured. His blood boiled. Every muscle in his body tensed as something deep inside him—something primal, something furious—snapped.
Fury disappeared.
No, he didn’t teleport. He moved. Faster than sound, faster than thought—faster than reality itself could process. The very air behind him detonated, shockwaves rippling across the abyss.
And then—
CRACK.
His fist slammed into the empty void, colliding with something.
SOMETHING THAT SHOULDN’T BE THERE.
The fabric of space shattered. A ripple tore through the Training Realm as a form was forcibly yanked back into existence. The mysterious figure, the one who had dared to disappear—was back.
And he was sent flying.
The shockwave ripped through the abyss. Fury’s punch had ignored the concept of distance. His fist had found his enemy even across dimensions and sent him rocketing through the void at impossible speeds.
The man couldn’t react. The force of the hit twisted the very laws of time around him, distorting reality itself.
Fury wasn’t done.
He vanished again. The air screamed in protest as he reappeared above his opponent.
His katana was gone. He didn’t need it.
He clenched his fists.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST RUN?!"
Another punch.
BOOM!
The impact bent the abyss itself. The figure was smashed downward, spiraling, as shockwaves erased everything in their path.
He crashed. The ground—if it even existed—cratered.
Fury landed, standing over his opponent. His breath came in sharp, ragged bursts. His fists were steaming from the sheer force of his attacks.
The figure coughed. He lifted his head slightly, revealing a sliver of his face beneath the hood. Blood trickled down his mouth.
He smiled.
"You are… beyond reason," he whispered.
Fury cracked his knuckles. "You have no idea.
His fingers curled, veins pulsing with unchecked wrath. His hand shot forward, gripping the man’s face.
The figure''s eyes widened. A flicker of fear.
For the first time, he realized—this wasn’t just anger.
This was destruction incarnate.
Fury’s grip tightened.
CRACK.
Bone fractured. The Training Realm itself shuddered as pure force surged through Fury’s arm. The air collapsed inward, crushed by the sheer power of his rage.
"Wait—"
Fury ripped.
SCHLICK.
Blood sprayed in a violent arc as he tore the man’s head from his shoulders. Flesh and sinew snapped, severed with brutal finality. The body collapsed—lifeless, motionless.
Silence.
The head still twitched in his grasp, eyes frozen in shock. The once-powerful being, the one who dared manipulate time itself—was dead.
Fury stared at the blood dripping from his fingers. His heartbeat slowed. The abyss around him, once endless and indifferent, now felt different.
Darker.
The air seemed heavy. Reality trembled, whispering something he couldn''t yet understand.
Then, the body began to dissolve.
But unlike before—it didn’t fade into dust.
It sank.
Sank into the abyss like it was being… devoured.
Fury narrowed his eyes.
Something else was watching.
Something older. Something worse.
His grip on the severed head tightened.