This ti it didn’t lt.
It surged with demonic energy and wrapped around his wrist, yanking him off his feet. The chira swung him like a weapon and smashed him into the floor. Stone cracked. Dust exploded everywhere.
Asher pushed himself up, rubbing his neck.
"...Ow. Okay. That one hurt."
The creature didn’t let up. It blinked behind him, but Asher predicted it this ti. He spun and drove a blood-powered kick into the chira’s leg. The tal cracked—only for the void energy to seal the damage instantly.
It attacked faster.
Asher attacked harder.
Their fight turned into a storm: punches, kicks, claws, blades, void bursts, blood waves. Every second was a near kill-shot. The creature’s learning speed was breaking past natural limits. It improved mid-strike, mid-dodge, mid-block.
Asher felt the pressure building in his arms and legs. Every block sent tremors through his bones. Every clash forced him to use more of his blood power.
At one point the chira caught his wrist and twisted with demonic strength, nearly snapping the bone. Asher ripped free with a burst of Crimson Initiate and countered with a brutal elbow strike to its face—tal shattered, then reshaped instantly.
"You’re getting annoying," Asher breathed.
The chira blinked behind him again, blade-arm raised.
This ti Asher didn’t dodge.
He grabbed the blade, let it cut into his palm, and used the pain to anchor himself. Blood dripped down the tal as he glared into its void-lit eyes.
"You want to copy ?"
His aura surged. Red veins spread across his skin, glowing like magma.
"Then copy this."
He dragged the chira forward and headbutted it so hard its entire facial area caved in. The creature stumbled back, for the first ti losing its balance. Asher didn’t give it a second. He slamd a punch into its chest, then another, then another—each hit filled with raw blood force.
The chira’s void core destabilized. Its tal fra flickered.
But it didn’t fall.
Instead, it teleported behind him one more ti.
This ti, its blade didn’t aim for his body.
It aid for his throat.
Asher turned just in ti. The blade cut his neck open—deep. Too deep. Blood sprayed as he stepped back, holding the wound. It was healing, but slow.
The chira’s eyes brightened.
It had found a weakness.
It teleported again—going for the sa spot.
Asher’s expression finally hardened.
"No."
He ducked under the blade, grabbed the chira’s waist, and suplexed it straight into the ground, the impact shaking the entire chamber. The floor cracked like glass. Before it could reshape, Asher pinned it with his knee on its chest.
"Enough."
He slamd his palm onto the chira’s core. Bloodlit Dominion surged out of him, burning through the tal like acid. The creature writhed, its body lting, its void core shrieking with unstable energy.
The chira tried to blink away—
Asher held it in place.
"No more copying. No more tricks."
But just as Asher was about to crush its core, the chira suddenly opened its mouth and spewed a burst of blue flas straight at him. The heat was sharp enough to lt stone on the spot. Asher kicked back instantly, flipping away as the floor where he stood turned into glowing liquid rock.
"Damn," he said, brushing dust off his coat. "Aren’t you full of surprises."
He straightened up, cracking his neck as he prepared for round three.
The chira rose slowly from the crater Asher had smashed it into. Its body warped and twisted, rging molten tal with demonic muscle. Its twin void cores swirled faster than before, and now blue fire leaked from the cracks along its armor like blood from a wound.
Asher’s eyes narrowed.
"Blue flas... that’s new. Great."
The chira roared, its voice no longer controlled—raw, broken, and filled with a chaotic mixture of every creature inside it.
It charged.
A wave of blue fire spread across the entire chamber, racing toward Asher like a living tide. He raised his arm and swept it to the side. Crimson energy flared, parting the flas just enough for him to slip through without losing skin.
The chira blinked ahead of him again, but this ti its timing was far sharper. It reappeared point-blank, claws wreathed in blue flas. It slashed downward in a brutal arc.
Asher crossed his forearms to block.
The flas burned him instantly.
He hissed as the heat tore through his skin, blood sizzling.
"...Okay. That actually hurts."
Before he could counter, the chira’s tal arm reshaped into a drill-like blade glowing with void energy. It jamd it forward. Asher spun sideways, the drill grazing his ribs and carving a burning line across his side.
He struck back with a heavy kick. The chira tanked it, barely moving an inch. Its tal fra had hardened even further. It grabbed his leg mid-kick and threw him.
Asher hit the far wall hard enough to shatter the stone.
He climbed out of the rubble, wiping blood from his mouth.
"Round three really is sothing."
The chira didn’t let him recover. It blinked again—this ti above him—and vomited a column of blue fire straight down like a dragon. Asher rolled aside just in ti, the blast destroying the entire corner of the chamber.
He sprinted forward, closing distance. The chira swung a flaming claw. Asher redirected it with a forearm block, ignoring the burning pain, and countered with a punch to the creature’s jaw. tal shattered. Blue flas leaked out like pressure escaping.
The creature retaliated instantly.
Its tail ignited with blue fire, stretching like molten whip. It lashed at Asher—fast. He ducked under the first strike, leaned back from the second, but the third wrapped around his arm and burned deep into his skin.
He ripped the tail off with sheer force.
The chira’s body convulsed in pain, but it didn’t stagger. It blinked behind him again, going for the sa weak point on his neck—
Asher snapped his hand up, catching the blade mid-teleport.
"No," he growled.
He jerked the creature forward and slamd his forehead into its skull again. Sparks flew. The chira stumbled, blue flas sputtering from its mouth.
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