The Executioner didn't stop. Chains shot out from its body, twisting and writhing like living serpents, aiming to bind Asher's limbs.
"Not a chance."
With a flick of his wrist, Asher's Sanguine Supreme ability surged, blood-forged claws extending as he sliced through the incoming chains. The severed pieces withered into smoke, but more took their place, coming from every direction.
He clicked his tongue, his Phantom Veil ability activating just in time.
His form blurred. Illusions of himself flickered across the battlefield, confusing the Executioner for a split second.
A second was all he needed.
SHLINK!
A blood-red scythe materialized in Asher's hands, and with a single sweeping motion, he carved through the Executioner's side, dark ichor spilling onto the floor.
The Executioner roared, but Asher was already moving, appearing above it mid-air, claws extended.
"Die."
He plunged downward like a crimson comet, his claws aiming straight for the Executioner's head—
CLANG!
