The King's aura pressed outward like a tidal wave, each movement crushing the air, bending the battlefield to his will. Ren's fog coiled around him, thrumming and alive, lashing, striking, and weaving as he danced around the King's massive blows. Each strike of the King shredded stone, threw molten rivers into the air, and bent light itself, yet Ren moved through it, precise, deliberate, calculating.
Nyxa whispered from within the Abyss, guiding him through each pulse of the King's presence. "He will test your endurance. Bend, do not break. Find the hollow in his rhythm."
Ren pivoted as the King swung a fist the size of a tower. The blow crushed the cratered ground beneath him, throwing shards of stone and burning debris into the air. Tendrils of fog snapped outward, wrapping around the King's massive arms, tugging, twisting. The King staggered, not backward but off-balance in a subtle, almost imperceptible way.
