Third Collision!
In the Zephyra Empire...
"You want me to punch you?" Dora blinked, her expression caught between disbelief and sheer confusion, eyes wide as Aether suddenly materialised beside her.
Aether nodded without hesitation, his face grave. "Yes. I need you to punch me. Right now. And not just a tap—I mean hard. Hard enough to launch me straight out of the Empire, into open space. I have to get a vantage point... I need to see the collision forming from above. I need perspective. There's no other way."
Dora stared at him, her brows twitching as if trying to grasp the absurdity of the request. "You're asking me to knock you into orbit like a damn cannonball?"
He nodded again, slower this time, dead serious. "Exactly that. Aim for the stars."
She blinked once more. Her first instinct was to refuse. The rules were clear—no direct interference in the Trials. They were meant to observe, guide if necessary, but not shape the outcome.
