Blood Reversal Field—a hidden ability in the scythe—had finally awakened now that Asher had reached Peak World Rank.
Every drop of blood the dragon had spilled began turning against it. The glowing nebula liquid inside its body resisted, pulled the wrong way, and fought against the dragon's own movements. The beast roared in confusion, unsure why its own strength had turned on itself.
Asher moved calmly through the battlefield.
He didn't yell.
He didn't show off.
He simply kept walking and striking.
Step. Slash. Step. Slash.
Each cut was clean and precise. He attacked the dragon's joints, the marks of power on its body, its wings, its cores—taking it apart bit by bit.
The dragon tried to fight back. It slammed its massive tail down with enough force to break the world beneath them. The ground cracked for miles.
But Asher moved under it easily.
He flipped his scythe behind his back and whispered one word:
"Reap."
