Alex's form coalesced from the storm in a heartbeat. Before Khepri or the last colossus could react, Alex's blade flared with living lightning.
He struck with explosive precision—feet planted, body coiled, katana drawn in one seamless arc. A thunder-infused slash cut through the giant like a scythe through grain: a brilliant gold semicircle that severed the colossus at its center. In the fraction of a breath, the two halves teetered, then collapsed in a cascade of dust and sparks, tumbling into the abyss below.
Alex barely hesitated. He pivoted on razor-sharp reflexes, eyes calm and electric, and fixed his gaze on Khepri, who stood atop the greatsword giant.
From that lofty perch, Khepri witnessed the impossible: one moment Alex stood opposite him, the next he'd appeared at the giant's flank so swiftly the world seemed to stutter. A chill dread seeped through him—this boy moved with the speed of thunder itself, a blur beyond tracking.
