The stone beneath their feet fractured with each charge.
The Minotaur moved like a landslide — a juggernaut of flesh and horn and weight, cleaver dragging arcs of sparks with every swing. It wasn't rage that drove him. It was instinct, honed through repetition. Survival encoded into muscle memory.
And he was adapting.
His skin was beginning to shift — a sheen of deeper black crawling across his arms, thickening into almost armor-like hide. His back hunched further, muscles knotting tighter. His horns widened with the change, curving sharper, longer.
Yujin growled as she ducked a sideways swipe, claws raking across the creature's arm — but they barely grazed him.
"His body's changing!" she shouted. "Harder to pierce!"
Jisoo skidded past Jin, landing low and planting a foot hard against the ground.
"Good," she snapped, breath short. "I've got something new I've been meaning to try."
She twisted sharply, and in that motion, the Talaria flared.
