He leapt into the air, eyes locked on the Sentinel.
"Let's see if you can handle the original."
As the clones swarmed below, the Warden dove like a meteor—fist first, ready to strike the core of the abomination and end the fight before Sarpa's plan could reach its end.
Time was ticking.
****
While Tartarus burned in chaos, the world watched something else entirely.
Far from the blood-soaked corridors of the prison, the Ascension Crownspire tournament raged on. An arena of legendary battles and rising titans. Heroes from across the continent gathered to prove their worth—to rise in rank, to earn renown, and to seize their future.
The next match was already underway.
Two contestants entered the spotlight.
Mila Thornfield—a stoic woman with pale silver hair and eyes like cold steel.
Juno Ashviel—a radiant young Master known for her grace and valor.
Only one would move forward. The other?
They would be Left behind.
The arena announcer's voice rang through the skies.
