Defeated

The glowing inscriptions pulsed rhythmically, as though taunting the two warriors. Slowly but surely, the ash humanoid reassembled itself, each fragment of its crumbled form snapping into place with eerie precision. It stood tall once more, its hollow gaze fixed on them.

Art exhaled sharply, gripping the orb in his hand as it morphed into a longsword. Beside him, Asura clenched her frost-covered fists, icy mist swirling around her. The brief moment of rest had done little to restore their strength, but neither was willing to retreat.

“Round three huh?” Art muttered, stepping forward.

The creature didn’t wait. It lunged at them with blistering speed, its blade-like arm arcing toward Asura. She met it head-on, summoning a glacial shield just in time to block the strike. The force of the impact sent cracks spiraling through the ice, but she held her ground.

“Go!” she shouted, her voice tight.