Asher’s eyes narrowed.
From the far end of the ruined hall, sothing finally stepped into view.
A towering figure—twisted, hollow, and wrong.
Its body looked like a man-shaped void, its skin stretched thin around black energy that leaked out in wisps. Chains dragged behind it, rattling across the stone floor. Wherever its feet touched, the ground dimd... as if color itself was being drained away.
A Voider.
A creature born from contact with Void Laws.
A thing that devoured everything—mana, matter, and mory—leaving behind an empty husk that only knew how to destroy.
Asher exhaled slowly.
"So it’s you," he muttered. "A Voider wandering this deep underground... that’s new."
The creature’s head tilted at an unnatural angle.
Black holes glowed where its eyes should’ve been.
Asher stared at it and spoke flatly:
"Did you even know you used to be alive?"
For a brief mont, the Voider paused.
Then the emptiness inside it twisted, and a whisper of thought shaped itself—barely audible.
"...yes."
And that was all.
The creature didn’t speak further.
It didn’t explain.
It didn’t plead.
It simply charged, lunging at Asher with a burst of murderous void energy that cracked the hall’s stone pillars.
Asher sighed.
"Well. You don’t talk much."
He stepped forward.
His aura exploded.
And the battle began.
As the Voider rushed in, Asher moved without hesitation.
The creature swung a long arm of condensed void energy, aiming to slice him in half. The air around the attack warped, pulling in light and mana as it passed. Anything it touched would be erased.
Asher raised a hand and blocked it with a simple palm strike.
The impact split the floor under them, but Asher didn’t budge.
The Voider reeled back and attacked again—this ti faster. Its body twisted into sharp shapes, forming void spikes and blades that stabbed toward his chest, throat, and sides in rapid succession.
Asher stepped through the attacks like he was taking a walk.
Every spike that neared him shattered against his aura before reaching his skin.
"You’re built to kill anything weaker than you," Asher said, moving forward. "But against ... you’re just slow."
The Voider screeched, its voice like tearing tal. It slamd both hands onto the ground, and black cracks spread outward. The floor under Asher’s feet began to collapse into a dark pit.
A void sinkhole.
Anything that fell inside would be erased completely.
Asher didn’t let it finish forming. He stomped once.
The force canceled the void crack instantly. The shockwave blew the Voider backward, smashing it through a broken stone arch.
Before it could recover, Asher appeared in front of it.
He grabbed the Voider by the face.
"Stay down."
He slamd it into the wall. The impact spread a web of cracks across the ancient stone. The creature tried to claw at him, but its arms barely moved under the force of his grip.
Black energy pulsed from its body in desperation. It tried to pull Asher’s mana into the void inside its chest, trying to consu him.
Asher didn’t move.
"My mana isn’t sothing you can eat."
He clenched his hand.
The void energy inside the creature began to destabilize. Its body shook violently, and black cracks ran across its limbs like breaking glass.
The Voider let out a last, distorted scream.
Asher tightened his grip and crushed its head.
The void inside it collapsed, imploding silently. The body disintegrated into dust and vanished.
Asher brushed his hand off.
"Stronger than the demons outside... but still nothing special."
He turned and walked deeper into the fortress.
Whatever created that Voider wasn’t gone.
And Asher knew he was getting close.
Asher walked deeper into the dark corridor, stepping over broken stone and shattered tal. The air grew colder the farther he went. The walls shifted from cracked stone to strange black tal, smooth and almost alive.
The fortress changed.
The lights dimd.
And a low hum filled the air—steady, heavy, like sothing breathing behind the walls.
Asher frowned.
"That’s not demon energy... that’s void resonance."
Another tunnel opened ahead, wider than the others. He walked through it without slowing down.
Inside was a massive chamber.
A round arena-like space with a sunken center. Runes glowed faintly along the floor, flickering on and off like a dying heartbeat. And in the middle of the arena stood a large stone pillar—split down the middle, coated in dried black stains.
Chains hung from it.
Dozens of them.
Sothing had been bound there.
Recently.
Asher stepped closer and placed a hand on the pillar. The stone was cold—too cold. A faint trace of energy still lingered.
Void energy... but mixed with sothing else.
"This wasn’t a Voider," Asher muttered. "This was a host."
Sothing scread in the distance.
Not a creature.
tal.
A painful, grinding noise echoed from a hallway behind him. Asher turned around calmly.
A twisted shape crawled out of the darkness.
It was humanoid but wrong—its body stretched thin, bones showing through its skin, and void marks crawled across its chest like black veins. Its jaw hung open too wide, and its fingers were long and sharp.
But this one was different from the first Voider.
It still had a pulse.
It wasn’t fully consud yet.
As soon as it saw Asher, it lunged forward, dragging its limbs like a deranged animal. Its movents were fast and unstable, void energy leaking from its mouth.
Asher didn’t move.
The creature reached him—
—and he caught it by the throat.
Its body thrashed violently.
"You’re not gone yet," Asher said. "Sothing is keeping you alive."
The creature made a choking sound. A bit of clarity flickered in its eyes for a second.
"...run..." it whispered.
Asher raised an eyebrow.
"Run? From who?"
The creature’s body suddenly jerked. Its spine twisted unnaturally as void energy surged through it. Sothing was forcefully overriding its mind.
The creature’s voice changed—distorted, layered, deeper.
"HE IS COMING."
Asher’s eyes narrowed.
And a second later—
The temperature dropped instantly.
The lights in the chamber went out.
Every rune on the floor died.
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