But Reign didn't care.
It was simple: either he died trying to make it work, or he succeeded. There was no middle ground. No retreat.
Running away wasn't an option. He knew that all too well. If he failed to defeat Lilith now, if he let her grow any further, she would surpass him in a way he couldn't catch up to.
"ARGHHHH!" He clenched his teeth, voice breaking under the pressure.
Dark bones began to chip away from his body, sharp fragments tearing off with each pulse of energy.
But they didn't fall. Instead, they hovered around him, spinning slowly in a loose orbit.
His physical shell was no longer solid. It was becoming a moving armor of floating fragments.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
More of his body came apart, but he remained upright.
His outline still looked humanoid, but when he moved, the bones no longer moved with him—they flowed around him, reacting to his will.
