With a focused strike of Chi, Shang-Xi didn't hit a physical foe. He struck the data-shard itself. He flooded the code with the chaos of raw, unpredictable spirit. The progress bars shattered into sparks of light. The timers vanished. The Aftermath
The temple returned to silence. The file was gone, reduced to a pile of inert ash. Weak Aura Monk.txt
"Efficiency is not enlightenment," Shang-Xi roared, his voice breaking the digital hum. He realized that the monks were no longer fighting with their hearts; they were waiting for the icons on their retinas to glow before they struck. They were becoming puppets of the script. With a focused strike of Chi, Shang-Xi didn't