Floor 1622.
The moment Asher entered, the sky exploded.
A beast made entirely of molten rock and burning steel dropped from above—a Titan-class Inferno Wyrm. Its Law was Heat Compression. Every breath it took condensed the air into flaming pressure bombs. Its scales turned blade strikes into sparks.
Asher didn't try to defend.
He attacked first—his scythe spinning in a tight arc to carve through the beast's front leg. It roared and twisted, but Asher stayed close, striking again and again before it could gather enough heat to launch a full attack.
Still, the heat singed his skin. His coat smoked. One mistimed step, and the Wyrm slammed its tail into his shoulder, sending him skidding across the stone floor.
He rolled once, came up on a knee, and charged again.
Five more minutes of brutal back-and-forth, and finally—
A deep, clean slash across the neck.
The beast crashed to the ground, twitching.
[ Floor 1622 Cleared. ]
