Raven stood locked with the Root-Soul Ascendant, the Dominion Chain tight in his hands, biting into the beast's shoulder. Bark cracked and sap hissed—but the boss didn't bleed. It twisted violently, dragging Raven two feet forward, claws raking the air behind him.
His fingers slipped, blood smearing the chain where calluses had torn open.
The floor beneath his boots cracked, webbing fractures outward with every wrenching pull. HUD warnings blinked crimson at the edge of his vision.
[GRIP INTEGRITY CRITICAL]
[PHYSICAL RESISTANCE DROPPING]
But he gritted his teeth and locked his stance. The Ascendant strained forward, dragging him inch by inch. Raven felt the chain vibrate like a live wire, the beast's raw strength pulsing through the links. Every heartbeat pounded like a war drum against his temples. He knew—one slip, one break in tension—and they were dead.
Growth: 63%... 67%...
Too slow.