Before the boss could react, Asher dashed forward, conjuring a blood spear in an instant. With a precise strike, he pierced the Phantom King's chest—only for the spear to pass through like mist.
"Tsk."
The Phantom King chuckled. "Clever. But not clever enough."
The illusionary copies vanished, and suddenly, Asher wasn't standing next to Serena anymore. He was alone in an endless white void.
Serena was gone. The dungeon was gone.
Just nothingness.
"You think your blood magic can see through my domain?" The Phantom King's voice was softer now, almost inside his head. "You're wrong. You can't escape from what isn't real."
Asher didn't reply. He simply closed his eyes.
Then, he stabbed himself.
A thin line of blood ran down his arm as he reopened his eyes. The void shattered like glass, revealing the true battlefield once more.