The very metal on Asher's body had become an anchor, each piece of armor now several times heavier than its original weight. With each clash, Solvane had subtly increased the burden, waiting like a beast in the dark. The madness in his eye hadn't been wild chaos—it had been calculated fury, building toward this exact moment.
"Die!" the Cyclops bellowed, swinging both cleavers down like divine judgment.
Before the blades could land, Sirius surged forward, jaws clamping around Asher's torso. With a mighty bound, the wolf yanked him away, just in time to avoid the strike that tore deep into the earth, splitting the battlefield open with a thunderous shock.
Sirius landed not far away, but the strain was too much.
Even the mighty beast couldn't bear the weight of its master.
With a pained growl, Sirius let Asher slide off. Asher hit the ground hard, gasping. The truth was clear—his armor was no longer protection, it was a prison, and his sword an immovable relic.
