The sound tore through the chamber as its body moved, both axes swinging out wide before it began to spin, slow at first, the blades carving arcs through the air that started to blur together as the rotation picked up speed. The energy along the edges stretched outward, forming a whirling ring of force around it, the ground beneath its hooves cracking as the rotation intensified.
It wasn't just spinning.
It was building.
Each turn faster than the last, each rotation pulling more force into the motion until the Minotaur became the center of a tightening storm, the axes no longer visible as separate weapons but as continuous streaks of cutting force, the air itself splitting around it.
Then it moved forward.
The spinning mass surged toward me like a collapsing tornado, the pressure hitting before the blades did, forcing me to brace as I brought my axe up, setting my stance and meeting it head-on instead of retreating using [Annihilator Cleave].
The first contact rang out sharp.
