The atmosphere in the chamber was stifling, a suffocating weight of dark energy pressing down from all sides.
Valgorth and Malthus, the two remaining apostles, stood opposite Stark, their eyes burning with malice.
Stark's muscles tensed under the strain of his previous battles, but he remained standing, his body fueled by [Double Assault].
His strength had been doubled, but even with this temporary boost, he could feel the immense power radiating from the apostles, closing in fast.
"Gulp..." Stark swallowed hard, watching as the apostles charged at him.
Their mythical powers surged, crackling in the air around them, leaving the ground in their wake cracked and broken from their sheer intensity.
"Hellbound Shackles!"
"Death's Embrace!"
Valgorth moved with sinister intent. He raised his hand with a sly grin, and the air around his fingertips shimmered. With a snap of his fingers, thick, black chains erupted from the ground beneath Stark, moving faster than the eye could track.
