Red fate Mission III

A massive skeletal hand burst from the ground, fingers clawing at the sky. Moments later, a towering figure emerged—an undead warden, its body wrapped in decayed armor, glowing runes pulsating across its bones.

Its hollow eyes locked onto Asher, radiating pure malice.

So this is what happens when a dead land is left unchecked…

The warden raised its rusted greatsword, its blade crackling with cursed energy. Then, without hesitation, it swung—a devastating arc of dark energy tearing through the air.

Asher barely dodged, rolling to the side as the attack shattered the ground where he stood moments ago. The impact sent a shockwave through the ruins, scattering debris in all directions.

"Not bad," Asher muttered, straightening himself. "But let's see how tough you really are."

With a flick of his wrist, crimson chains shot forward, aiming to bind the warden's limbs.

But the undead knight reacted instantly.