A walking corpse of rage.
Alex narrowed his eyes.
This thing just wouldn't go down.
Fine.
More daggers materialized—a fresh storm of spectral blades, forming in the air like a shimmering, ghostly halo.
More.
And more.
Then—they struck.
A relentless onslaught of piercing death, each dagger spearing through Doomcrusher's burned, skeletal frame.
SHNK!
SHNK!
SHNK!
Blade after blade impaled it, shredding every inch, stabbing deep into its brittle bone.
Yet—it still moved.
Its breaths came in ragged, guttural growls.
Alex was amused.
By all logic, it should have collapsed.
But this juggernaut didn't seem to be built on logic.
But rather on hate.
This Warbringer—was built to endure.
But endurance had its limits.
And Alex pushed past them.
More daggers formed—a shimmering, spectral storm, swirling with deadly intent.
Then—they struck.
SHNK!
A blade pierced Doomcrusher's chest, sinking deep.
SHNK!
