Each swing of Asher's soul-forged scythe cut not only through bodies but through the ancient bindings that tethered the undead to this realm. Wherever it struck, the connection to the dungeon's core weakened, and in that brief moment, Asher saw—no, felt—a flicker of rebellion in some of the enemies' eyes. Not hesitation. Not fear. Awareness.
"They're becoming aware," he called to Valeris between strikes, parrying a cursed halberd with a sweep that cleaved through its wielder's spine. "Something is watching through them. Learning."
Valeris pivoted midair, letting herself hover momentarily on a rising spiral of spirit wind. "Then we blind it."
With a sharp exhale, she released Spirit Crown: Sovereign Bloom, and the battlefield changed.
