A pillar of void energy erupted, engulfing Asher completely.
For a moment, everything went silent.
Then—
BOOM!
A massive explosion rocked the entire maze.
The force sent debris flying, the remnants of the shattered labyrinth crumbling into the abyss.
The Warden floated above the destruction, gazing at the spot where Asher had stood. Smoke and crimson mist swirled in the air.
Then—
A laugh.
Low. Dark. Amused.
The mist parted.
Asher stood there, blood dripping from his lips, his crimson eyes glowing. His entire right arm was missing, burned away by the attack. But he still grinned.
"You almost got me there." His voice was hoarse but steady.
The Warden narrowed its gaze. "You should be dead."
Asher's smirk widened.
"Too bad I don't die that easily."
His blood surged.
The severed limb regrew instantly, but not just as flesh—it was something more.
