No matter the strength difference between transcendent concepts, there would always be a give. There would be a level of pushback that one would feel. It would make them know they had at least tried to impose their will. There would be a clash of authorities…
But nothing of the sort had happened back then. It had been a total and immediate cessation of his core error abilities. It was as though the world had simply decided that his power did not apply to that specific wave. It was almost as if…
…Arros. Finn glowered coldly. The name felt like a curse. This is the work of Arros.
The reason why the attack had worked so immediately and so absolutely was because Arros had already paved the way. He had built the bridge for that specific attack to work.
Finn felt inward, trying to sense the presence of the parasite within him. It was a futile effort, though, since Arros could only exist by deceiving the world that Finn was the Errant of this world, and not him.
