Jared clenched his jaw and poured out another dozen blows. Sweat soaked through his tunic until it clung to his back like a second skin.
He understood the gulf between them was a chasm. Onneas was sparring, almost teasing him with effortless grace.
Desperation kindled a memory of the dormant dimension and time nascence hidden deep inside his marrow. That was Jared's most secret trump card.
"Spatial Fold!"
Space around him rippled like water in drought. For the briefest heartbeat, Onneas' outline smeared into a shapeless blur.
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