Elius didn't know if it would work.
He had no delusions of grandeur, no misplaced confidence in some invincible punch or secret hero bloodline.
No, in that very moment, with golden light blazing around him and the cracked earth trembling beneath his feet, he was terrified.
How do you defeat something that doesn't die?
A creature that laughs at death, a thing that's been atomized, incinerated, broken, shredded—only to come back again and again?
A monster whose very essence defies logic, reason, mortality?
How do you contain something made of living, molten destruction?
Lava Scissor wasn't just powerful. He was wrong existence. He wasn't a villain you could simply outmaneuver or overpower. He was a phenomenon, like a storm, a curse, a living apocalypse.
Elius's teeth clenched.
His breath trembled in his lungs as he whispered, "So be it..."
His fingers trembled ever so slightly, the weight of the unknown pressing down on him like a mountain.
"I don't have a choice…"
