The battle had transcended simple combat; it was a cataclysm confined within a steel box. The structural integrity of the Undercroft was failing. Massive cracks raced up the walls, leaking magma and green coolant.
Alvian hovered in the air, his [Avatar State] shining brightly, but he was frowning.
Subject Zero was regenerating too fast. Every time Alvian blew a limb off, it grew back in seconds, darker and stronger than before. The severing of the floor cables had slowed him down, but the Demon God DNA was adapting.
[Warning! Enemy Adaptation Level: 80%]
[Target is developing resistance to Void Frost.]
"He's evolving mid-fight," Alvian realized. "Inefficient. I need to end this in one hit."
Subject Zero launched himself from the wall, his wings of shadow turning into blades. He struck Alvian, shattering a layer of his ice armor.
[-3,200 HP!]
"Your ice is brittle!" Subject Zero laughed maniacally. "The Demon God inside me is waking up! Can you hear him? He wants your skin!"
