Even the dungeon itself began to tremble, unable to handle the sheer power being unleashed.
And still, Xavier didn't stop.
Because for him — this wasn't just a fight anymore.
It was a dance beneath an invisible moon — one only he could see, and one that would never fade.
The silvery beam tore through the air like a divine scythe, cutting the darkness apart. Shard Beetles shrieked as the light swallowed them — their crystal carapaces melting and shattering into glowing fragments that rained down like black snow.
Xavier landed lightly on a half-broken golem's shoulder, his dagger glinting faintly under the dim glow of his Moonshield. The air trembled with mana pressure.
Another roar — deep, grinding, heavy.
Basalt Golems pushed through the ground in clusters, their stony forms groaning as they rose. The earth cracked beneath their weight. A dozen at once, maybe more, each swinging massive arms like falling boulders.
