The floor erupted, groaned, and heaved as if it were alive.
Slabs of reinforced alloy curled upward, writhing like serpents, warping unnaturally beneath his palm.
The entire room shifted on its axis, metal screeching against itself, as if something deep underground was pushing it upward.
This wasn't just spiritual Qi.
This wasn't just power.
This was Monkaar's supposed martial technique that Elius stole—a brutal, ancient earth-warping combat style long thought lost, known for turning entire battlefields into uneven death zones. And now? It was Elius's.
From every corner of the chamber, jagged platforms launched skyward, erupting like teeth from a beast's jaw.
The sudden chaos blinded them, shards of steel whistling through the air. The moment their eyes blinked, the beatdown began.
Crack!
