Anthony, Kingsley, and Vega sat with calm expressions, their eyes drifting over the various younger generations from numerous races scattered throughout the vast lobby. For a while, they continued watching in silence, observing movements, postures, and the unsubtle displays of arrogance or uncertainty among the gathered youths. Soon enough, their gazes simply lost interest as they collectively ranked the individuals before them in their minds. After a moment longer, they stopped staring altogether.

"It seems we have to explore another place," Anthony murmured under his breath, though his voice was soft enough that it should have gone unnoticed. Yet both Kingsley and Vega heard him loud and clear, their senses far sharper than most.

"It seems so," Kingsley replied calmly, offering only a brief glance toward Anthony before returning to his quiet watch of the lobby.

An hour eventually slipped by as they remained seated, and throughout that time they did nothing more than discuss amongst themselves. A number of younger individuals from other races had long since departed the lobby, heading off to unknown areas within the massive structure. It was a restless tide of movement, yet the three of them remained as still as stone, content simply to wait.

"We will leave after our drink, then," Vega spoke gently, her voice carrying a soft finality. Her words earned quiet nods of approval from both Anthony and Kingsley, both were ready to leave at any time.

Soon, three different sets of footsteps echoed from behind them, arriving in quiet but unmistakable succession. Anthony, Vega, and Kingsley did not need to turn around to know that a team from another race was approaching them. Their senses revealed more than any normal sight ever could.

"Humans," one of the three approaching individuals said as he came to a stop behind them, his tone dripping with disdain. He stepped closer, his expression twisted into something between arrogance and contempt. "Stand up and leave. We are taking this seat."

Anthony's sky-blue eyes slowly drifted away from the drink in his hand. He had already intended to leave with his teammates of his own accord and free will. However, now that someone was commanding him to leave, the situation shifted entirely. Even if he had planned to get up moments later, standing now would make it appear as though he was obeying another. And that, of course, was unacceptable... not out of arrogance or pride, but simply reason.

The man who had spoken frowned when he received no reaction, no acknowledgment, not even the courtesy of a verbal response. The silence irritated him. Yet rather than speak again, he simply acted.

Without warning, he and the other two members of his team lunged forward with lethal efficiency. They did not attack to cripple or to warn, they attacked to kill, to annihilate without hesitation. One blurred toward Anthony, another darted toward Vega, and the third moved to strike down Kingsley.

Mana boomed violently in the air as their weapons tore forward, surging with intent to spill blood.

A sword reached for Anthony's neck with ruthless precision, only for space to bend on its own accord, halting the blade instantly as though the world itself refused to allow it to move any further. The attack froze in place, rendered completely obsolete.

A dagger streaked toward Vega's temples, whistling with murderous intent. But the moment it neared her, temporal particles bent around her without her even needing to command them. Time simply froze. The attacker's thoughts and actions halted in a single moment, suspended in an impossible stillness.

As for Kingsley, he remained seated without shifting a single muscle. He used no mana, no presence, no technique. The instant the blade touched his neck, it shattered into dozens of metallic fragments as though it had struck an indestructible divine artifact rather than flesh.

The eyes of the attacker who targeted Kingsley widened in shock. Kingsley had done absolutely nothing, not a movement, not a glance, yet the weapon had broken against him like brittle glass. Kingsley's physique had long since touched the Planetary level; how could a mere weapon injure him at this point?

Without even turning to face his opponent, Kingsley's presence surged outward. It slammed into the attacker with overwhelming force, and the man's knees crashed into the ground beneath him, his kneecaps cracking audibly upon impact.

Kingsley's presence increased gently yet ruthlessly, continuously pressing down on the kneeling man. The attacker's head sank into his neck as he struggled to endure the colossal weight. Bones snapped one after another, a grotesque symphony of fractures echoing faintly through the lobby, though even that sound was easily drowned beneath the chatter of millions of people.

The man's head sank into his neck, then further, until the head and neck collapsed into the shoulders. Kingsley's pressure folded the attacker's entire body inward like a sheet of fragile paper until nothing recognizable remained. The body compressed deeper and deeper until it simply vanished altogether, reduced from a gory pulp of mangled flesh into absolute oblivion.

Anyone who knew Kingsley understood a simple truth: he did not merely kill people. His killings were always brutal, gory, and disturbingly unique, almost artistic, as if he were constantly inventing new ways to end a life, rather than resorting to simple decapitations or predictable overused methods.

Anthony's attacker, meanwhile, felt space itself twist in outrage on Anthony's behalf. His organs turned, rotated unnaturally, then violently exploded outward as spatial distortions ruptured him from within his body. Blood, innards, and fragments of organs burst into the air, but space refused to allow any of it to touch Anthony. The remnants were erased completely, as though the assailant had never existed to begin with.

Vega's opponent watched her own body crumble into dust, beginning from the fingertips and creeping upward with horrifying inevitability. Her eyes widened in utter terror as the sensation of death drenched her soul. She attempted to speak, but her mouth had already disintegrated. Within seconds, she vanished entirely, erased without a trace.

Three attacks. Three assailants. Three deaths carried out without Anthony, Vega, or Kingsley moving a single inch, or offering even a moment of acknowledgment.

Anthony's eyes shifted toward Vega. Neither of them had acted, yet reality itself had bent around them to protect them. But there was something different about Vega's method, something that did not escape Anthony's All-Seeing Eyes.

"Isn't this ability of yours a bit too powerful?" he asked, a faint smile curving his lips.

Vega smiled knowingly. She did not need to guess what he referred to, it was the Cause and Effect ability she had inherited from her mother, Amara, during her Bloodline Awakening on her birthday.

"I know, right? My love for it keeps increasing with each passing day," she replied softly. Her attacker raising a weapon with intent to kill was the Cause, and reality erasing the attacker was the inevitable Effect.

Her Cause and Effect ability passively erased anyone weaker than her in mana rank if they attacked her first with intent to kill. Reality itself bent to favor her without her needing to lift a finger.

Anthony shook his head with a light chuckle, turning his attention to Kingsley, who still sat without the slightest shift in expression.

"You seem to have a unique way of ending your opponents. I haven't seen that method before," Anthony remarked.

Kingsley's golden eye turned toward him as he answered in a tone so flat it bordered on casual. "I just came up with it." As though crushing a man into nothingness were the easiest thing in the world.

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