[ Patron Perk: Absolute Dissonance – Active ]
[ All magical effects within 5m of the Vassal are weakened by 30%. ]
Magic recoiled from me.
I was a walking breach in the system's foundation.
The Hex-Eater raised its claws again—frantic, desperate to inhale, to consume. But the air around me bent differently. Magic died in my shadow.
"You're not the only glitch down here."
I dropped into stance.
[ Skill Activated: Emberfang Style – Lv.4 ]
[ Consecutive strikes generate Burn stacks. Max: 15 ]
[ At 15 stacks: -30% Healing & Defense for 3 seconds ]
I surged forward—left step, shoulder loose, momentum coiled tight like a bowstring.
First strike: Burn 1. My fist slammed into its ribs—heat spiked on contact.
Second, third, fourth: Burn 4.Left hook. Palm drive. Elbow crush. It shrieked, tried to swing. I ducked low.
Burn 6. Burn 8. Burn 10—
I was carving it open with rhythm and blood.
It tried to retreat.
Too late.
Burn 13. 14—
