Adapt!!!

The battle raged on, echoing through the vast chamber like the clashing of gods.

Rem exhaled sharply, stepping back as his cloak flared behind him.

His eyes locked onto Asrahoth, the so-called Adaptive Nightmare, as the monster twisted its massive blade-arm before lunging again.

He barely had time to raise his sword.

CLANG!

The force of the impact sent a sharp vibration through his arms.

Sparks erupted from where their weapons met, and the air itself shuddered from the sheer intensity of their blows.

"As stubborn as you are ugly," Rem muttered under his breath.

Asrahoth responded with a guttural growl, its red eye gleaming with something almost... amused.

It had learned. It had adapted.

That was the problem.

Every time he landed a hit, the monster adjusted. Every spell, every trick, every tactic he used — it countered within seconds.

Rem clicked his tongue.

"Fine then."