Chapter 63: Harvester's Fall
Location: Tyrantfall Sanctuary – Edge of the East Wyrmlands | Time: Continuation
Ashen's breath came in shallow bursts, each one stirring particles of broken data hanging in the air. His cloak, once woven of living vines, now burned and tattered, hung from his shoulders like a banner defying deletion.
Before him, the [Nullborn Harvester] reeled—not dead, but disrupted. Its ever-shifting form spasmed as golden roots from the [Seed of Remembrance] coiled into its limbs, anchoring it to the battlefield.
[System Message: Nullwell Defense Protocols 43% Breached]
Instability in entity matrix detected…
Ashen didn't wait.
"[Asura Mode: Dual Caster – Tier 2 Amplification]."
The power surge ripped the ground apart beneath him. One eye flared crimson, the other glowed cobalt blue. Both hands pulsed with elemental resonance—his left hand twisting with spiraling wind imbued with frost, and his right hand brimming with raw gravitational force.
