The blood of the fallen painted the dungeon floor.
Harvin stood above the corpses of the elite goblins and their towering commander, his breath steady, eyes scanning for any further threat. The battle had ended almost too easily.
But peace was a lie.
Without warning, the atmosphere cracked. A monstrous roar echoed through the air. From the shadows emerged a beast—twice the size of a warhorse, its body engulfed in flames.
A Fire Lion. An apex predator of the dungeon.
It pounced forward, releasing a wave of searing fire from its jaws.
Harvin raised his dual hooks instinctively, crossing them in front of him. The flames hit like a truck, pushing him back. Though the fire was blocked, the sheer force tore the ground beneath him. He skid back—but before he could recover—
SLASH!
A blazing claw raked across Harvin's back.
"GRAHH—!" He stumbled, blood spraying behind him.
The lion charged again.
Harvin didn't flinch. He lunged forward with speed unnatural. His hook tore into the beast's shoulder, forcing it back. But the Fire Lion was relentless. Its claws glowed red-hot and swiped repeatedly, burning and cutting through the air.
Harvin twisted, grabbed a massive rock from the ground, and hurled it at the beast's head. A direct hit—but the effort cost him.
CRACK!
His knees buckled.
His vision blurred.
And then—he fell.
Unconscious.
But his body… didn't stop.
His eyes were vacant.
No breath.
No thoughts.
Just movement.
His body stood.
Straight. Silent.
The flames still roared around him. The Fire Lion roared in rage and prepared its ultimate attack—a flaming blast strong enough to melt stone.
It released it.
The firestorm exploded.
BOOMMMM!!!
But when the smoke cleared—Harvin stood there.
Unburnt. Unshaken. Unaware.
His arms dangled loosely.
His head tilted downward.
And then—he moved.
With impossible speed, he flashed forward. The fire lion blinked in confusion—but too late.
CRACK!
A punch landed deep into the lion's ribcage. Ribs shattered.
The hooks on Harvin's hands were already broken. Yet, he fought bare-handed.
Every strike was a killing blow.
The lion howled, claws slashing again. But Harvin caught it—mid-air—and with a twist of his arm, broke the lion's foreleg.
SNAP!!
The beast screamed.
This… wasn't Harvin.
This was something else.
Something terrifying.
And it is Blackout Execution
"A state where the user's body fights beyond limits… while the mind lies unconscious. No fear. No pain. No mercy."
The lion shot another fireball. Harvin smacked it away with his bare hand.
His movements were brutal, perfect, and unrelenting.
His face had no expression.
But his body was wrath incarnate.
: Blackout Execution – The Kill
The dungeon trembled beneath the weight of monsters, fire, and fury.
But at the center of it all stood one figure—silent, unconscious, deadly.
Harvin.
No longer himself. No hesitation. No pain. Just execution.
The Fire Lion's leg dangled limply, shattered by Harvin's grip. It tried to back away, its once proud flames now flickering in panic. But Harvin didn't give it a moment. He was already there.
BOOM!
A devastating punch landed on the lion's jaw, dislocating it.
THWACK!
A knee strike to the ribs—more bones cracked.
The lion tried to swipe at him with its remaining claw, but Harvin caught it mid-air again. This time, he didn't just break the limb.
He ripped it.
RIIIIIP!!
Blood sprayed across the stone walls like a fountain of fire. The Fire Lion howled in unimaginable pain—but Harvin showed no emotion. His eyes were hollow. His body moved like a machine of war.
The lion collapsed to the ground, but Harvin wasn't done.
He climbed on top of the beast, raised both bloodied fists—
—and began to hammer down.
THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.
Each punch was a crater.
The lion's skull cracked.
Its flames sputtered.
Its life faded.
But Harvin kept going.
THUD. THUD. THUD!!
Until nothing remained of the monster's head but a shattered, burning mess.
Silence.
The fire in the dungeon died out, smothered by the sheer weight of violence.
Harvin stood—his fists dripping with molten blood, his body burned and cut, yet unbroken.
Still unconscious.
Still in Blackout Execution mode.
But then—
His breathing slowed.
His body staggered.
And finally—
He collapsed.
Eyes closed. Silence returned.
The dungeon was quiet once more… but the stone around Harvin was scorched black.
Like something ancient and terrifying had awakened inside him.