Dark God

Asher glanced at the distance between them and the border to the next god's domain.

They were close. But not close enough.

They had to fight.

Asher smirked.

"Just long enough to get past them."

The Blood Cross moved first.

From the warship's hull, dozens of crimson chains erupted—snapping toward them like vipers.

Serena flipped backward, slicing through several chains with her daggers.

Asher extended his hand.

A wave of blood spikes shot out, piercing through the incoming chains—shattering them.

The enemy forces reacted immediately.

Several high-ranking priests leaped from the ship, their bodies wreathed in dark energy.

One of them, an SS-ranked executioner, pointed his blade at Asher.

"Your stolen strength won't save you," he spat.

Asher smirked. "Funny. I was just thinking the same thing about you."

The executioner's form blurred.

Serena barely had time to react—he was fast.