Regression: Reclaiming the End

I surged forward with a flicker step. The Titan struck down, and I weaved under it, planting a palm into its side.

Burn Stack: 3

I followed up with two more hits—ribs, hip, lower spine.

Its movements slowed—trying to calculate what changed.

’Too late.’

"Your copy’s outdated now."

I backflipped, flared my core, and shifted.

Explosive Ember.

The fire burst from beneath me like a jet engine. My limbs thickened with flame as every strike now carried momentum and detonation.

I shot forward.

BOOM!