His Sanguine Supreme ability flared, his blood shifting into an armor-like state, absorbing the brunt of the attack as he dashed forward. His entire form blurred, his speed multiplying as he launched himself at the Champion like a crimson meteor.
The Champion turned to meet him, raising his sword for another devastating strike.
But this time, Asher was faster.
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His fist, coated in pure Sanguine energy, collided with the Champion's chest.
A deafening crack echoed through the battlefield as the Champion's armor shattered, the glowing cracks from earlier finally breaking apart completely.
For the first time—the War God's Champion staggered.
Serena's eyes widened. "It worked!"
Asher, not wasting a second, grinned. "Then let's finish this."
The Champion steadied himself, his body flickering as his form began to destabilize. His once-impenetrable aura now weakened, leaving an opening—one that Serena was not going to waste.
She lashed out with her Executioner Chains, the glowing bindings wrapping around the Champion's arms and legs, locking him in place.
Asher leapt into the air, his blood shaping into a long, crimson spear—one that pulsed with all the energy he had left.
"Let's see you block this."
With all his strength, he threw the spear.
The sky split apart as the attack pierced straight through the Champion's chest.
A moment of silence followed.
The entire battlefield erupted in a pillar of crimson and golden energy, shaking the very foundations of the War God's Trial.
When the dust finally settled—
The War God's Champion was gone.
And in his place, at the center of the ruined battlefield—
A massive golden gate now stood, radiating an overwhelming divine presence.
Serena let out a shaky breath. "Did we… do it?"
Asher cracked his knuckles, stepping forward. "Only one way to find out."
Asher and Serena stood before the massive golden gate, its surface etched with ancient runes that shimmered with an ethereal glow. A deep, resonant hum filled the air, vibrating through their bones as they stepped closer.
Serena wiped the sweat off her brow. "So… do we just walk in?"
Asher smirked, placing a hand on the gate. "Unless you wanna stand here and admire it forever."
The moment his fingers touched the surface—
A deep voice echoed through the space.
"You who have conquered the Trial of Kings… step forward and prove your worth."
The gate rumbled before a blinding light engulfed them both, pulling them forward into the unknown.
When the light faded, Asher and Serena found themselves in a colossal temple—its towering pillars stretching into an endless golden sky. The floor beneath them was made of polished obsidian, reflecting their images with eerie clarity.
At the far end of the temple, a throne stood, carved from pristine white stone. And seated upon it—
A figure clad in resplendent golden armor, his face obscured by an ancient, battle-worn helmet. His crimson cape billowed despite the lack of wind, and in his right hand, he held a massive greatsword that radiated pure, divine energy.
Serena stiffened. "That's… him."
Asher exhaled sharply. "Yeah. The War God himself."
The figure slowly rose to his feet.
"You have done well to come this far." His voice carried the weight of countless wars, resonating through the temple like the clash of a thousand blades. "But the true test begins now."
The War God raised his sword—and in an instant, the entire temple shook as an overwhelming force crashed down upon them.
Serena gasped, barely able to stand as the sheer pressure of his presence threatened to crush them. "This… this is insane!"
"This is the War God's Trial—the final trial, just like last time," Asher said, his voice steady. He knew that the last trial would be a battle against the War God's Projection.
"Fine. Let's see if you live up to the legend."
The War God lifted his sword, the golden energy condensing around it into a blade so sharp it seemed to cut through space itself.
"Come, challenger." His voice was calm yet absolute. "Show me if you are worthy of my Art"
Asher's blood surged, his power rising to its absolute limit.
Serena gripped her chains, her aura glowing with radiant light.
Asher's eyes gleamed with anticipation. This was it—the final battle of the trial. He could feel the War God's immense energy pressing down on him, but instead of fear, he felt exhilaration.
Serena exhaled sharply, steeling herself. She wasn't just a spectator—she had come this far, and she would fight alongside him. The chains in her hands crackled with energy, shifting and extending as they responded to her will.
The War God's projection didn't wait. With a single step, he closed the distance, swinging his golden blade in a devastating arc. The air itself howled as the sword carved through space, heading straight for Asher.
Asher vanished, reappearing behind the War God in a blur of crimson energy. His fist, coated in condensed Sanguine Supreme power, struck like a meteor. The impact sent shockwaves through the entire battlefield, but the War God merely turned his head.
A backhand strike sent Asher flying, his body crashing through the ground and carving a deep trench.
"Asher!" Serena shouted, her chains shooting forward like vipers, wrapping around the War God's arm to restrain him. She pulled with all her strength, activating Executioner's Grip, a skill that weakened her opponent's defenses.
The War God's gaze flicked toward her. With a single flex, he shattered the chains, sending the fragments scattering. Serena barely had time to react before a golden shockwave blasted her backward.
Asher coughed, wiping blood from his mouth as he got back on his feet. "Damn… looks won't be easy." His aura flared violently, the air around him turning crimson as his Sanguine Supreme ability went into overdrive.
The War God's projection raised his sword again. "Then fight, challenger. Show me your resolve!"
Asher blurred forward, his Sanguine Supreme ability raging like a crimson storm. Blood energy coiled around his fists as he met the War God head-on. The golden blade came down like divine judgment, but Asher twisted at the last second, dodging by a hair's breadth.