Before he could counter, the ground beneath him shifted, and a massive force slammed into his back, sending him flying. He twisted mid-air, stabilizing himself just before another clawed hand swiped at him. This time, he didn't dodge—he countered.
Blood tendrils erupted from his back, spearing into the unseen enemy. A distorted roar echoed as the tendrils wrapped around something solid, pulling it into view.
A creature emerged from the void.
It was massive—towering over him with elongated limbs and a skeletal frame. Its body was wrapped in shifting shadows, its eyes burning red with malice.
Asher smirked. So this is the test?
Then he moved.
His blade sang through the air, slashing at the creature's form. It retaliated with brutal swipes, but Asher weaved through its attacks, cutting deep into its limbs. His blood pulsed in response to the battle, his power heightening.
Another voice echoed in the void.
"He adapts quickly."
