Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction.
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He pivoted—
Void energy condensed around his hand, forming a spiraling sphere of controlled death.
He stepped—
And the world blurred as he teleported a short distance, reappearing with his sword already mid-swing.
Every technique he tested was one he intended to use against the corrupted creature.
Sweat formed on his brow despite the cold.
If this thing really adapts… then the first exchange has to be devastating enough to cripple it before it learns.
He practiced for hours, refining each strike, each movement, each burst of void energy until his breathing grew heavy.
Far above him, beyond layers of ancient ice, the corrupted being existed—waiting, shifting, unknowing that its next resurrection cycle would be met by someone far more dangerous.
Victor sheathed his blade.
"I'm ready," he whispered.
