The abyss shook as the figure finally stepped forward—not just a sea of chains, but a titan, a nightmare armed with blades, spears, and flails forged from its endless links.
Its first strike came without warning—a chain-blade sweeping wide enough to cleave a world.
Asher charged to meet it, his scythe blazing crimson. Dominion clashed against iron, the shockwave ripping the pit apart. The chain twisted mid-strike, snapping back at his flank, but he spun with it, rivers of bloodlight corroding it into rust.
The titan pressed closer. A hammer and spear fell together—one overhead, one for his chest. Asher caught the spear with a wall of blood and split the hammer apart with an upward carve, shredding its fragments with a spiral of Dominion.
Still, the figure advanced. Its chains wove into a colossal greatsword, swung with the force of the abyss itself.
"BREAK," its voices roared.
Asher didn't flinch. He leapt into the strike, scythe blazing in a flood of bloodlight.
