The clash between Asher and the King of Stone and Oath became a war between eternity and extinction.
Each strike of the hammer summoned seismic judgments—ancient laws forged in divine epochs—while Asher's scythe danced like a star-killer, unraveling those laws at the molecular level.
Reality trembled.
Every time the hammer fell, the skies cracked. Every time the scythe rose, stars bled.
Chains of sacred command lashed toward Asher, trying to bind his existence to oaths he never took—but the Voidborn Dragon was unbound. With each pulse of Nihility Dominion, he devoured the laws one by one, reducing cosmic commandments to smoke and memory.
"You are not justice," Asher roared, his voice a fusion of collapsing suns. "You're a corpse with a crown."
With a cyclone of Void-Tide Spiral, he twisted space around the King, folding dimension upon dimension until the obsidian behemoth was caught in a crushing loop.
Then he severed it with one slash—Oblivion Cleave.
