The flames collided with the Qilin—only for the lightning beast to tear through them, its form momentarily scattering, then reforming like it was never harmed. "Tch!" The Ashborn snarled. He swung again—harder, faster. This time, his axe clashed directly against the Qilin's lightning-fanged jaw. The impact shook the air, sending out a shockwave—but the Qilin simply split apart, dodging the attack before reforming behind him. "Shit!"
Crackle!!! A lightning lash struck him square in the chest, tearing open his flesh. He regenerated instantly—but the moment his body reformed
BOOM!!
The Qilin struck again. And again. And again.
Each time, the Ashborn's body was destroyed, only to be rebuilt in flames. But it didn't matter—the Qilin kept coming, kept hunting, kept devouring him in an endless storm.
