Regression: Reclaiming the End

In the final moments, the synchronized assault bore fruit — the boss’s single health bar flickered dangerously low.

I gritted my teeth, muscles screaming, and launched into Emberfang’s ultimate—flames erupting like a raging inferno.

Astraia’s divine sword slashed through radiant armor, and Noel’s lightning storm shattered the tempest’s core.

Our voices echoed in unison over the comms:

"Now. Finish it."

I surged forward—flames tearing through the stone beneath my feet as I launched toward the fractured core of the Tri-Soul Behemoth.

Its form flickered, unstable—three souls unraveling. Korr’Thal, the titan forged from agony and discord, trembled as his three spirits were about to be extinguished.

’This is it.’

All three of us—me, Astraia, Noel—moved in synch, as if the Rift itself held its breath.

But then, Its head twisted toward me.

Eyes—those abyssal voids—snapped open, and it screamed.