Now, only six remained on the battlefield.
All six were powerful—more than just survivors. They were legends in their own right. Each of them had carved through dozens of opponents to reach this point. Each one stood on floating platforms of reinforced law, surrounded by glowing auras and prepared to face whatever came next.
Asher stood in the center of the ruined arena. His cloak was torn in a few places, his boots stained with blood. But his expression hadn't changed. Calm. Focused. Unshaken.
He looked at the five opponents around him—his eyes scanning them quickly.
One was a titan-class monk of the Obsidian Temple, nearly three meters tall, covered in black armor made from living stone. His arms were wrapped in dimensional chains, and each punch distorted space. His title was Stonebreaker of the Deep Vault.
