[ATTACK THE BOSS]

The mutated ogre roared and lunged again—but this time, it wasn't the wild, flailing brute from before. It moved with unnerving precision. Each step was grounded. Each attack deliberate.

'It's adapting…'

Eli's heart jackhammered against his ribs. His arms clung tighter around Kairo's shoulders as the cold wind cut against his skin, the scent of blood sharp in the air.

"Two overheads!" he shouted, voice cracking. "Opposite angles!"

The monster's four arms blurred into motion. Two massive clubs came crashing down from above in a pincer strike, while the other two twisted behind its back—primed for a spinning follow-up. The pavement buckled beneath its weight.

Kairo didn't even blink.

He pivoted sharply and slammed his foot into the ground with controlled force.

Eli felt the blood stir before he saw it. "Blood Pillar!" he gasped, just as a crimson spike burst from the cracked earth beneath them.