Only one hour remained on the clock, and Asher was fully aware, he had asked the system to notify him with each passing hour.
A wide grin stretched across his blood-smeared face as he stood, knees slightly bent, body coiled with tension like a predator ready to pounce.
He hadn't spoken a single word since the beginning of this True Awakening, yet he relished every moment of it. Virelass reveled in it. The Absolute Physique thrived on it.
With that, Astra coiled beneath his feet like a living serpent, then surged across Virelass in a gleaming arc. Smiling, Asher launched himself forward like a cannonball, his body ripping through the air with a sharp, whistling shriek.
The assassins did not flinch. They were dancers on the edge of death, professionals who had long accepted that one day it would claim them.
But not today.
