[Entity Detected: "Thryssal, the Null-Titan"]
[Classification: Rift-Born Cataclysm | Apex Variant | Shard-Cursed]
[Warning: Entity classified beyond standard threat models.]
Then I saw it.
And for the first ti in a long, long while, I hesitated.
Its body was split down the center by a blazing Rift Core, visible through its cracked chest—a Shard Heart. It wasn’t just born from magic.
It wasn’t just tall. It towered, casting a shadow that reached across the entire chamber. A vaguely humanoid silhouette made of void-cracked obsidian plates stitched together by glowing scars of Rift corruption. Its head bore no features—just a jagged crown of pulsating crystal that humd like a dying sun.
There was no heat around it.
Only hunger.
Magic bent around it. No—magic fled.
And then I saw the truth.
"That thing is... devouring reality around it."
I dropped into a stance. Emberfang ignited. My fists burned bright. My breathing was sharp. My focus, absolute.
I launched forward first.
BOOOOM!
Hit it clean in the chest—burn igniting imdiately.
Burn Stack: 1
And then I realized, nothing happened.
Not a flinch. Not a stagger. Not even a scratch.
The mark fizzled off its body like chalk on water.
It turned its head, slowly—acknowledging . Not threatened.
Just... annoyed.
I backed up a step.
"What...?"
Then its hand moved.
One backhand. I didn’t even see it fully wind up.
CRACK—!!
The world turned sideways. My body flew, skipping across the marble like a ragdoll. Blood sprayed from my mouth. My ribs are shattered.
I stood—barely. Staggering. Eyes wide.
"That wasn’t magic. That was just... raw force."
I tried again. I activated Emberfang Burst. Hit it three more tis in rapid succession. The floor cracked under the force. My muscles tore.
Burn Stack: 2
Burn Stack: 3
Burn Stack: 4
Burn Stack: 5
Still nothing. No damage. No wounds. Nothing held. It was like punching an indestructible god-shaped wall.
And then, Thryssal opened its chest.
A Rift Core exposed. Except this one was fractured, unstable.
A Shard Heart, but fused with a Null Core—void magic leaking from it like vapor.
And it did sothing horrifying:
[Mimicry: Emberfang Style – Corrupted Variant Uploaded.]
"WHAT?!"
I stumbled backward as its hands caught fire—my fire—but wrong. The flas were void-black, crackling with entropic inversion. It rushed forward, moving just like —stance perfect.
We clashed.
Punch t punch.
Flas collided.
And I realized, It wasn’t mimicking my style.It was overriding it.
Every hit I threw, it copied one fra faster. Every counter it made, it learned mid-motion. Every tactic I had—it already knew.
My breathing sharpened.
I activated my movent skills. I tried redirecting montum, bursting sideways, flickering in and out of range. I even tried an Erasure Pulse, hoping to dispel the cursed energy.
[Erasure Pulse Triggered.]
[Null Resistance Detected: 78%]
Even that was nearly ineffective.
"This is bad. This is the worst it’s ever been."
I gritted my teeth. Blood in my mouth. Pain in every nerve.
"Damn it... Astral Overdrive’s already burned out." I clenched my fists, heart pounding like a war drum.
’How the hell am I supposed to hurt this thing—let alone kill it?!’
I continued punching. My fists struck like teors.
Fire trailed behind every motion. Emberfang Style was burning at max output—every strike built to tear through mana circuits, to ignite marrow and sear nerves.
I slamd a flaming uppercut into the Null-Titan’s chest.
BOOM—!
It didn’t even stagger.
[Burn Stack: 15]
[Status Resistance: Suppressed]
[Debuff Denied]
’Denied?!’
I twisted low, launching a spin-kick right into the Titan’s knee—enough force to crack enchanted steel. A normal monster would’ve folded. Shattered.
The Titan glanced down amost like it was curious why a mosquito just tapped its leg.
Then ca the retaliation. A backhand of solid Rift-forged mass. I blocked with both arms—bracing, grit grinding in my teeth.
CRACK!
My body launched back, slamming into the wall with bone-jarring force. Dust and debris scattered like shrapnel.
"Gah—!"
I dropped to one knee, coughing blood. My arms were numb. Skin burned from the magical feedback. My regeneration could barely keep up.
"Tch... Look at you now." I wiped the blood trickling from my mouth, eyes burning from exhaustion.
"Acting cocky in front of sothing way out of your league... Real brilliant, Nile." A bitter smirk tugged at my lips. "What a damn joke."
Thryssal marched forward. Its obsidian-like feet cracked the ground with every step. Its arms flared again—my technique, corrupted into sothing monstrous.
Another Emberfang volley ca, but this ti—it ca from the Titan. Black fire. Twisting. Each hit ate space itself.
I dodged, ducked, rolled—my movents sharp, reactive.
But I was slowing down.
"I’m burning out..."
A palm strike caught in the ribs.
WHAM!
The impact cratered the stone beneath . Runes lit up around the Titan’s arm as if mocking my Emberfang inscriptions. The fire inside flared—but the mont I struck again, it was like hitting a ghost in armor.
No real weight behind the damage.
Only effort.
Only pain.
I gritted my teeth and fired Erasure Pulse again.
[Erasure Pulse Activated]
[Null Resistance: 81%]
’My trump cards weren’t working anymore.’
I froze. "Wait."
[Skill Upgrade Available: Emberfang Style → Crimson Recast: Ember Conversion Form]
[Status: Pending Fusion.]
My eyes widened, my heart thudding harder. "Damn it—I never confird it..."
Through grit teeth, I reached inward. I didn’t even need the system prompt—I’d morized the effect.
Crimson Recast: Ember Conversion Form
Rarity: Epic
A volatile fusion designed to convert Emberfang Style into an adaptive, stance-based martial art. Allows shifting between:
• Precision Fla – Focused on stacking Burn rapidly through sharp, piercing strikes and DOT.
• Explosive Ember – Emphasizes burst damage and overwhelming pressure after full stack buildup.
"Confirm evolution."
"Do it. Now."
[Skill Evolution Initiated...]
[Fusion Successful.]
[New Style: Emberfang – Crimson Recast]
Stance Modules Installed: Precision Fla / Explosive Ember
[Warning: Transition between stances during combat may cause backlash if improperly tid.]
My body responded before the system finished. The fire inside shifted—burning brighter, narrower. My stance lowered—blades of fla twisting at my elbows, forming arcs like drawn bows.
Precision Fla.
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