Against Metis III

"Focus!" Asher barked at his team. "They'll use illusions to confuse you. Look for patterns—they can't hide their intent entirely."

The battle erupted into chaos. Emily stood to the side, arms crossed, observing with a faint smile. Though she was there to ensure Asher's safety, she allowed him the opportunity to prove himself. This was his fight, and she trusted his instincts.

Asher moved like a whirlwind, his scythe carving arcs of red light through the air. Every strike was precise, cutting through the illusions and forcing the Metis warriors to engage him directly. His team followed suit, each member using their own techniques to handle the overwhelming odds.