When Divine Power Met Reality Warping!

Once Link knew his opponent's trump card, the battle was already over in his eyes.

He liked that feeling.

While his enemy was still gloating over an ability that seemed impossible to counter, Link had already seen through it and prepared several ways to crush him completely.

That feeling was called "control."

"All right. This farce is over."

Link's voice was cold, devoid of emotion.

He released the blade with his right hand and let Corvus Glaive retreat, putting some distance between them.

Corvus Glaive watched him warily, unable to guess what this terrifying man would do next. His instantaneous rebirth had saved his life, but it had also consumed much of the energy stored in his blade. He could feel his "life" growing weaker.

Link slowly raised his left hand, the one wearing the Infinity Gauntlet.

The red gem on his index finger, the one representing "reality," once again shone with an eerie light.

"What you rely on most is your weapon, isn't it?" Link's voice seemed to carry a spell. "You think that as long as you're holding it, you can't die. You can't be beaten."

"Then I'll make sure you... can never touch it again."

The instant he finished speaking, Link snapped his fingers again.

Snap.

This time, there were no fluttering butterflies or dazzling effects.

An indescribable power descended, acting upon the laws of space themselves.

Corvus Glaive suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It seemed a strange... separation had opened between him and the blade in his hand.

He looked down. The blade was clearly still in his hand, its cold grip unmistakable against his palm.

But when he tried to swing it, his arm felt as though it had stretched billions of times its length. He could make the motion, yet that motion would