Asher stepped into the chamber, and the moment his foot touched the floor, the entire room began to shift.
Metal groaned.
Void energy hissed.
Demonic mana pulsed like a heartbeat.
Something huge was waking up.
The walls peeled open like blooming steel flowers. Thick cables—no, veins—slithered out and merged together in the center of the chamber. The air rippled with heat, cold, and void all at once.
Then a shape lifted itself from the floor.
A monster—massive, unnatural, and wrong on every level.
A chimera.
Not a natural fusion—but a forced creation. Someone had stitched three entirely different types of beings together:
Liquid metal for the body,
Voider essence for the core,
Demonic flesh and limbs fused into the outer frame.
The final result looked like a living nightmare.
Its torso was molten alloy that never stopped shifting.
Its arms were demonic—covered in black armor plates, fingers ending in hooked claws.
