Reality did not breathe here. No air, no gravity, no sky, just a flat, endless sheet of pale silence, a absence so absolute that the Eradicator’s very presence smeared it like ink on paper.

  A negating aura seeped from the Eradicator’s armor, its oppressive negation spreading outward, negating through the fabric of this absolute blank paper world. Everything that dared to be was stripped away. The armor’s existence, sheer and unrelenting, warped the blankness, clawing for escape.

  And yet..

  A voice drifted across the paper world. Clear. Calm.

  “You wouldn’t be able to destroy it.”

  The sound was young, but carried certainty that made the Eradicator pause on its attempt.

  From the distance, her form stepped into being... Jett.

  Her black hair, dark as ink, fluttered despite the absence of wind. Her pale gray eyes glimmered with strange stillness. The beast-pelt coat wrapped around her frame gave her an almost primal air..

  Three more figures bled into form beside her, their outlines hardening into shape. Liz, her fiery red hair bound neatly in two buns, eyes glowing like cut emeralds. Dan, tall and sharp for his age, sea-deep blue eyes peering out from beneath unkempt dark hair, his black coat trailing behind him like a shadow. And Emma, quiet yet firm, her silver-white hair falling to her shoulders, her coat thick and soft against her frame, her pale eyes reflecting this absolute blank paper world with ghostly clarity.

  Jett’s lips curved faintly as her voice echoed again, softer this time, almost like a secret.

  “Because destroying it only leads you right back inside.”

  Her words rippled across the absence.

  The Eradicator’s aura spasmed violently, green smoke bursting from the seams of its mask. Rage burned hotter, so intense that even the oppressive aura around its armor began to fracture, surging like a dam about to burst.

  And in that moment..

  Their figures blurred.

  KANG!!... BOOM!!.. BOOOM!!

  Sparks tore across the absolute blank paper world, each clash of fist and steel cracking the very absence around them. Blades screeched against armored knuckles, shockwaves splitting the fabric of nothingness. The silence shattered under the storm of their collision.

  The Eradicator lunged, its fist crashing forward like a meteor. Jett met it, Mishpacha’s blade drawn with such speed it rang like a bell. Metal collided with concept. Negation clashed against Transcending Negation. The impact canceled into stillness, but the raw weight of the Eradicator’s blow still pushed her back, boots scraping against the unmarked ground, her shoulders tensing with the force.

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  She staggered a single step. Only one.

  Her expression never cracked.

  Because she wasn’t alone.

  The Eradicator prepared its next swing, but its momentum faltered. Its movements slowed as if the very fabric of its strike was made meaningless. But, it was already negated as it's Ash Of Negation and Liz's Meaningless cancelled each other out. And before it could regain it's momentum...

  A new aura fell upon it.

  It was crushing, collapsing, a suffocating storm that threatened to collaspe all existence into dust. Dan appeared before it now, his presence bearing down, his blue eyes sharpened like storms of the sea. His fists darkened faintly, drenched in collapsing force.

  BOOM!!

  His strike landed clean into the Eradicator’s armored chest. The collapse surged into it, only to be negated away as the negation chewed it to nothing.

  Dan’s teeth clenched, but he did not retreat. His fist rose again, faster, harder...

  Another blow drove into the armor. Again, collapse was negated.

  The Eradicator roared, it's Ash of Negation detonating outward. A pulse of corrosive green erupted like a storm, smashing into Dan and momentarily hurling him away. Their two auras, collapse and negation, clashed in endless cancellation, neither yielding, neither conquering.

  The Eradicator staggered, landing heavily upon what could only be described as the floor of this blank paper world. Its weight pressed down, leaving no mark, no dent, yet the absence itself seemed to quake beneath it.

  Before it could find its balance, before its aura could stabilize..

  A flash.

  A sting cut through its midsection.

  For the another time again, its armor bore a mark. A thin, sharp line split across its waist, and from it seeped not blood but a dark, black ichor, dripping thickly onto the pale world like ink bleeding into paper.

  The Eradicator froze.

  Jett stood in the distance, Mishpacha in hand, blade lowered slightly at her side. Her pale eyes glinted as the ichor spattered across the void.

  The Eradicator had been cut.

  “GRAAAUUUHHHHH!!!”

  The cry shook the endless emptiness, and cracks like shattered glass split across the absolute blank paper surface beneath its armored feet. The entire world seemed ready to fold in on itself. Yet, halfway through its unearthly scream, the sound was strangled, cut short as though some unseen hand had choked it into silence.

  The Eradicator stiffened.

  Something had snapped. A thread, thin but vital, was severed from its being. Its armor, negated the devastating finality of that cut, yet instinct gnawed at it. A warning. An omen. Something far worse than death was pressing in.

  It tried to retreat, to pull away...

  But before the thought even completed, its body faltered.

  The Eradicator dropped to its knees. The realization came too late. Both of its legs were already gone, sliced clean away. A thick, tar-black ichor spilled from the stumps, spurting in delayed bursts before splattering the blank paper's floor in wide, jagged arcs. The ichor hissed as it struck the cracks, burning shadows into the whiteness.

  Only then did the Eradicator seem to notice what had been done to it.

  Its mouth split in a pained, metallic screech, a distorted howl that scraped like iron against bone. Its body trembled with fury as it clawed at the absence beneath it. Green smoke spewed thicker from the vents of its helm, swirling around its armored bulk like a storm.

  The Ash of Negation stirred. The armor pulsed, and the concept of injury began to negate, the gashes knitting with defiance.

  But a voice cut through the Eradicator’s rage.

  “Sorry,” Jett’s words slid cold into its ears, steady and final. “I don’t think that will happen again.”

  Shhhkk!

  The world froze.

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