The subterranean cavern was a furnace of pressurized malice and boiling blood. The ambient air, thick with vaporized marrow and scorched ozone, seared the lungs with every intake. In the absolute center of the ruined geode, the Abyssal Bone Demon Emperor raised a colossal, regenerating arm to block a descending arc of pure, white sword intent.
Corbin's boots ground into the melting obsidian, the heavy tread shearing off as his center of gravity shifted forward. His Unyielding Warlord Physique was actively failing. Deep, jagged lacerations marred his exposed torso, the flesh cauterized instantly by the ambient heat, yet the underlying musculature trembled uncontrollably. The system-enhanced durability buffers had long since burned out, leaving his raw, mortal physiology to bear the catastrophic recoil of repeatedly clashing with a sovereign entity.
"Die!" Corbin roared, his vocal cords scraping together, producing a sound akin to grinding iron.
