The man on the screen glared so hard the edges of the display warped.
His voice ca out sharp and shaking with pure hate.
"You stole everything I built! Everything I protected!"
Asher didn’t flinch.
He just tilted his head slightly.
"You shouldn’t have left it lying around then."
The Knight shot him a sideways look. "You’re not helping."
Asher shrugged. "I’m not trying to."
The man on the screen slamd his fist against a console. Sparks flew behind him.
"You think this is a ga? You think you can walk into my facility and take my life’s work?!"
Asher calmly fastened the storage pack over his shoulder.
"Already did."
The screen flickered violently.
For a mont, the man’s face twisted—like he was barely holding himself together. Veins bulged in his neck. His eyes turned colder, darker.
"You... will die for this," the man whispered.
Asher wiped so dust off his arm.
"You’re welco to try."
The man leaned closer to the cara.
"Oh, I’m not coming to you," he said. "You’re coming to ."
The ground suddenly shook.
The entire vault trembled as hidden machinery activated beneath the floor. The Knight grabbed a railing to steady himself.
Asher didn’t move.
Deep rumbles grew louder... then louder... then louder.
The man smiled—a thin, cruel smile.
"Let show you what happens when you take what isn’t yours."
The floor split open.
A massive elevator platform rose from below—thick tal, heavy chains, steam shooting from every side. On the platform stood sothing enormous, covered in armor plates and glowing red cores.
It wasn’t a machine like the others.
It wasn’t old, dusty, or broken.
It was new.
Fresh.
Built recently.
Built with one purpose.
A giant humanoid war construct stepped forward, each footstep shaking the vault.
The Knight’s eyes widened. "That’s not an Oga unit..."
"No," the man said, grinning. "This one is mine."
The machine lowered into a battle stance, red energy filling its joints and chest.
The man’s voice echoed through every speaker.
"I call it the Ravager-Class Executor."
The Knight unsheathed his sword instantly.
Asher rolled his shoulders, staying calm.
"Another big one," he said.
The Ravager’s eyes lit up bright red.
TARGET: ASHER.
Its arm cannons unfolded.
INITIATING TERMINATION.
The man on the screen spoke one last ti, voice dripping with hatred.
"You won’t make it out of my facility alive. This ends here."
Asher stepped forward without fear.
"Good," he said. "I’m getting tired of walking."
The Ravager roared and charged.
Asher smirked.
"Knight. Ready?"
The Knight raised his blade. "Let’s destroy it."
Asher nodded once.
"Then let’s finish this."
The Ravager hit the ground like a charging tank, tal claws digging into the floor as it rushed toward them. Its steps were so heavy that the whole vault shook.
The Knight braced himself. "It’s fast—!"
But Asher was already moving.
The Ravager swung its massive arm, aiming to crush him with one blow. Asher leaned back just enough for the attack to miss by inches. The strike smashed through a row of tal crates behind him, turning them into flying debris.
Asher slid to the side with calm precision.
"Big swing," he said. "Slow mind."
The Ravager’s head snapped toward him.
RECALIBRATING. ADJUSTING TRAJECTORY.
It fired both arm cannons at once—two giant blasts of red energy.
"Asher!" the Knight shouted.
But Asher simply dashed left, then right, moving through the shots like he was walking around puddles. The blasts tore through the vault walls, leaving holes glowing with heat.
The Knight rushed forward and slashed the Ravager’s leg. Sparks burst out, but the machine barely reacted. It kicked him away with a heavy tal foot, sending the Knight crashing into a pillar.
Asher frowned.
"Hey. Don’t kick him."
The Ravager charged again, targeting Asher.
LOCKED ON. ELIMINATE.
Asher t the charge head-on.
At the last second, he ducked under the machine’s arm and grabbed onto a section of exposed cables behind its ribs. He used the montum to swing himself upward and land on the Ravager’s shoulder.
The machine roared and tried to shake him off.
Asher held on and punched the back of its head, denting the armor.
Not enough to break it—but enough to annoy it.
The Ravager spun wildly, trying to throw him off.
The Knight recovered and sprinted forward.
"I’ll cut its legs!"
"No," Asher said from above, perfectly calm. "Go for the joint on the right."
The Knight didn’t hesitate. He moved low and slashed exactly where Asher pointed.
This ti, the blade sank deeper.
Wires snapped. Energy sparked out.
The Ravager stumbled one step.
It didn’t fall—but Asher smiled.
"Good."
He pushed off the machine’s shoulder and landed on the ground in a light roll.
The Ravager aid its cannons at him again, but Asher was already moving.
He sprinted straight toward the machine.
The Knight blinked. "You’re going in a straight line?!"
"Yup."
The cannons fired.
Four shots.
All aid perfectly.
Asher shifted just slightly each ti.
One step left.
Half-step right.
Lean forward.
Twist his shoulder.
Every shot missed him by a hair.
He kept running.
The Ravager tried to back up, but its damaged leg slowed it. Asher reached the machine, slamd his foot into the ground, and jumped high—straight toward its face.
He clenched his fist.
"No more toys."
His punch hit the Ravager’s visor with a loud crack. The screen shattered. Bright sparks shot out.
The machine jerked backward, systems flickering.
The Knight ran forward. "Now! Finish it!"
Asher landed, eyes locked on the exposed core glowing in the Ravager’s chest.
He rushed in again before the machine could reset.
He grabbed the tal plating with both hands and forced it open with a sharp pull. Bolts snapped. The core shone bright red.
Asher didn’t hesitate.
He thrust his hand in and crushed the core in one tight grip.
The red glow faded instantly.
The machine’s arms dropped.
Its legs weakened.
The whole body froze.
Then the Ravager collapsed forward with a heavy thud that echoed across the vault.
Dust filled the air.
Silence returned.
The Knight slowly lowered his sword. "Is... is it done?"
Asher wiped tal dust off his palm.
"Yeah. He’s done."
The screen flickered.
The Venos man stared at the fallen machine, eyes shaking with rage and disbelief.
"No... no! That was perfect! That was my masterpiece!"
Asher looked up at him.
"You need better hobbies."
The man slamd his hands against the console.
"I will make you PAY!"
Asher sighed.
"Then stop talking," he said calmly, "and co here."
The screen cut to black.
The vault went silent.
Asher tightened the strap of his storage pack.
"Let’s keep moving," he said. "He won’t hide for long."
The Knight nodded.
Together, they headed toward the next door—deeper into the facility, deeper toward the man who hated Asher the most.
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