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"PK... Freeze."

He’d been pulled here by a rift, a wound in the sky that spat him out into the Aetherian wilds. And for the past three days, Zetterburn had hunted him. Not for survival. For sport. The lion saw Ness as a curiosity, a soft-skinned anomaly to be crushed and forgotten.

It wasn't a pounce; it was a detonation. Zetterburn vanished in a blur of orange and red, leaving a smoking trench in the ground. Ness had a single microsecond to react. He threw up a PSI Magnet, a shimmering green shield of mental energy. rivals of aether ness

Ness tightened his grip. The psychic pulse of this strange, elemental world was a chaotic drumbeat compared to the steady hum of Eagleland. His PSI felt… muffled. Sluggish. Like trying to shout through a pillow. But the fire in Zetterburn’s eyes was real. The heat on his cheek was real. And the quiet, desperate courage that had made him face Giygas was still real, too.

"Fragile!" Zetterburn snarled, raking his claws across the shield. Green sparks flew. "Just like all your kind!" Not for survival

It caught Zetterburn in the open mouth.

The psychic cryo-blast erupted from his forehead, a needle-thin lance of absolute zero. It wasn't the wide, powerful blizzard he used on Starmen. It was a surgical strike, honed by desperation. It wasn't a pounce; it was a detonation

He was right. The PSI Magnet was cracking. Ness felt the psychic feedback lancing behind his eyes. He couldn’t hold. He dropped the shield.