"Too late," he growled. "My blood isn't bound by divinity. It devours it."
He dashed forward in a burst of warped space and Nihility Step, reappearing behind Chains and impaling him with a blade formed of compressed Chrono-Void Blood.
Chains screamed as time itself unraveled his soul.
Frost stepped forward—cold and unfeeling.
His body broke apart into a blizzard of anti-life particles, converging into a blade that froze not just matter, but intention.
He stabbed at Asher.
The blade reached his chest.
For a moment, everything froze.
Then the scythe moved—on its own. Asher's Dragon God Bloodline activated fully, his aura shifting into a vortex of ancient fury. A massive projection formed behind him—an obsidian dragon with wings made of broken stars, roaring across realms.
The blade melted before it could pierce.
"Let me return the favor," Asher whispered—and plunged his hand into Frost's chest, ripping out the soul core and crushing it with a fist wrapped in voidfire.
