As Max hastily darted through the bluish void, weaving through the deadly storm of spatial tears hurling toward him like blades of pure oblivion, his mind raced not just with panic but with calculation.
He forced himself to think clearly, recalling everything he had learned, everything he could currently do with the level 3 Space Aura he had mastered before this trial began.
First, he could teleport—short-range flickers of movement that allowed him to blink a few meters in any direction. It wasn't enough to escape the barrage entirely, but it bought him precious seconds, just enough to reposition himself when he was nearly trapped.
Second, he could bind a figure in place for a few seconds using one of his space-based skills, temporarily disrupting the space around a target and freezing them mid-motion. But that wouldn't help here—the tears weren't living beings. They weren't enemies he could trap. They were fragments of raw, mindless destruction.
