"I have already seen this," I said. "You are repeating content."
They lunged.
And passed straight through .
The entire scene flickered, cracked, and then collapsed back into the unstable darkness.
The figure stood in front of again, but now its form was less steady than before. Maintaining all of this was clearly not free.
I looked at it and shrugged. "You are wasting energy."
"You... do not... fear."
Its voice sounded different this ti. There was a faint distortion in it, like sothing was slipping.
"I do," I replied. "Just not you."
That answer seed to matter more than the others.
The space around us pulled inward, tightening instead of spreading, and for the first ti since I got here, I felt sothing shift in its approach.
It stopped trying to confuse .
And started trying to deal with .
"Good," I said quietly. "Now we are getting sowhere."
It moved again, but this ti there was weight behind it. When it reached , its hand closed around my arm, and I felt it properly for the first ti.
Cold.
Heavy.
Real.
That alone told everything I needed to know.
"So you can interact directly," I said, glancing at its grip. "You were just choosing not to. That explains a lot."
Its hold tightened, and I felt sothing pull at , not physically, but ntally, like it was trying to drag my awareness out of place.
The world blurred.
The domain, the street, the void, all of them overlapped in a ssy, unstable way, like layers that refused to stay separate.
It was trying to break my sense of reality.
If I lost track of what was real and what was not, it would not need to do anything else.
I took a slow breath and steadied myself.
"Disappear."
Its voice was louder now, more forceful.
I smiled.
"No."
Instead of pulling away, I stepped forward.
That hesitation, that tiny pause in its reaction, was all I needed.
I grabbed its arm with my other hand and held on.
Solid.
That was enough.
"You made one mistake," I said, my voice calm despite the distortion pressing in from all sides. "You decided to beco real."
The space twisted harder, trying to force off balance, but I ignored it.
"As long as you stayed hidden, you controlled everything," I continued. "But the mont you stepped out..."
I tightened my grip and pulled it closer.
"...you gave sothing to fight."
Its form flickered violently, cracks beginning to form in its outline, subtle at first but spreading quickly.
I did not give it ti to recover.
I drove my fist forward, aiming not at a visible weak point, but at the center of that instability, the place where its form felt the least consistent.
The impact felt strange, like pushing through resistance rather than hitting sothing solid, but it worked.
The cracks spread.
The figure staggered back, its shape breaking and reforming at the sa ti.
"Impossible..."
I rolled my shoulder and stepped forward again. "You really need a new line."
The domain started collapsing around us. The bats above scattered, the structure of the space tearing apart as it lost stability.
It tried to pull away, its form dissolving into the surrounding shadows, but this ti I did not let it.
I reached out and grabbed it again.
"No," I said simply. "You do not get to disappear now."
It struggled, but there was no control in it anymore, only instinct.
"You rely on confusion," I said, keeping my grip firm. "On uncertainty. On people not understanding what is happening."
I pulled it closer again.
"But I understand enough."
I struck it again.
The cracks spread further, deeper, until its entire form looked like it was barely holding together.
"And once that happens," I continued, my voice steady, "you stop being dangerous."
One more hit.
That was all it took.
Its form broke completely.
Not in a loud or dramatic way, but in a quiet collapse, like sothing that had never been stable finally giving up.
It dissolved into fragnts that faded before they could even fall.
The pressure vanished instantly.
The domain collapsed with it, the darkness tearing apart as light returned to the sky.
I landed back on solid ground, the real world settling into place around like nothing had happened.
For a few seconds, I just stood there, letting the silence sink in.
Then I let out a small breath and stretched slightly.
"Well," I said, glancing up at the now clear sky, "that could have been worse."
I shoved my hands into my pockets and started walking again, my pace unhurried.
"Three more to go," I muttered.
And just like that, I left the place where Hiding had died, as if it had never mattered at all.
I walked for a bit, then let out a slow breath and rubbed the back of my neck like I had just finished a mildly annoying chore instead of almost getting my brain folded in half.
"Yeah... that was nothing," I muttered, nodding to myself like I had just proven a very important point. If anyone asked, that fight was completely under control from start to finish. There was never a mont where reality almost slipped or where I had to gamble on a guess and hope it worked. Absolutely not.
I glanced behind once, just in case it decided to crawl back with a second phase and an attitude problem, but everything stayed quiet. No dramatic coback, no angry monologue, nothing. Kind of disappointing, honestly.
"Imagine hiding your whole life just to get punched twice and deleted," I said, clicking my tongue. "Couldn’t be ."
I stretched my shoulders and kept walking, feeling oddly relaxed now that it was over. The trick was simple. It always was. They relied on sothing, and the mont that sothing broke, so did they.
"Three more," I said, a small grin forming. "At this point I’m basically doing charity work."
I paused for half a second, then shrugged.
"Still, they could at least try a little harder. This is getting disrespectful."
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