BOOOOOM!
The Razorbound Tyrant's berserk phase had begun.
Its black mist surged outward, twisting like living shadows, warping the air itself. The temperature dropped. The runes along its chains pulsed violently before shattering into glowing fragments. A soundless shockwave rippled through the dungeon, making the very walls groan.
Then—
THOOM.
The boss moved.
Faster. Stronger.
Kieran barely saw it—just a blur of obsidian and mist.
A massive fist swung toward him.
"Shit—"
FWOOOSH!
His Phantom Reaper's Cloak reacted instinctively, shifting his body just outside the strike zone. The force alone sent him flying backward, boots skidding across cracked stone. Wind roared past his ears.
His heart pounded. His mind raced.
That was close.
Too close.
But before he could even process it—
BOOOOM!
Jack intercepted the boss's follow-up attack, his fist slamming into the Tyrant's skull with enough force to send a shockwave through the entire dungeon.
