"He's doing fine, why would he need my help?" Amelia asked, her eyes focused on the clash ahead.
"You'll see soon," Spark replied with a knowing smile.
Amelia's eyes narrowed as she watched the two fight. Bronn was strong, no doubt, but something seemed off.
"Why doesn't he use his domain?" she asked, confused.
With his strength, activating a domain would multiply his power several times. He should have no problem ending the fight in an instant.
Spark scratched the back of his head, looking a bit awkward. "Ah, well... let's just say he's all muscle. He hasn't quite learned how to create a domain yet."
"He hasn't learned...?" Amelia blinked in surprise. For someone at that stage, the idea that he didn't know how to use a domain was hard to believe.
"Don't underestimate him, though," Spark added quickly, noticing her doubt. "In this form, he is nearly invulnerable to physical attacks. The only downside is that he slows down."
"Invulnerable to physical attacks..." Amelia repeated, her gaze sharpening as she thought about it. She'd seen many unique abilities, but nothing quite like that.
Just then, another loud screech echoed through the chamber, shaking the walls. The creature's cries were growing more intense.
Amelia glanced at Spark. "Sounds like it's calling for something."
Spark looked back at her, his expression hard to read.
"Have you ever fought an immortal being?" he asked, as casually as if he were talking about the weather.
Amelia shook her head.
"No," she replied steadily, though a flicker of curiosity showed in her eyes.
She had fought many corrupted creatures inside the ruins, their bodies healing quickly, but they weren't truly immortal.
Their power came from the miasma that filled the ruins, not from their own strength.
"This will be good practice then," Spark said with a smirk.
Amelia frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Spark chuckled softly, nodding toward the creature, who was thrashing angrily, its screeches making the chamber tremble. "Just be ready."
Amelia turned her attention back to the creature.
The creature's dark form pulsed with a strange power, its eyes filled with hatred.
Its remaining limbs twitched as if it were ready to strike again at any moment.
The limb that Bronn had ripped off hadn't grown back, but the creature didn't seem weakened.
It seemed even angrier, and the air around it rippled with thick, suffocating energy.
Bronn stood tall, showing no fear. He was never the type to stand back and watch.
His blood boiled with excitement, and a wide grin spread across his face as he charged forward without a second thought.
Its head was nothing more than a splatter of dark green liquid, and its limbs were broken and scattered across the chamber.
But despite all that, it still stood, its torso upright like a defiant statue refusing to fall.
He frowned, sensing that something wasn't right. The creature wasn't just stubborn—there was still a strange energy radiating from it, as strong as ever, even after he had destroyed its head.
He stepped back, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
Suddenly, a deep rumble shook the chamber, vibrating the floor beneath his feet.
His eyes flicked toward the pillars along the walls—massive gemstone structures that had been inactive until now.
One by one, the pillars of gems started glowing, shining with a bright golden light from within.
The light was blinding, pulsing with raw energy, and before Bronn could react, the gemstones began to melt, their golden essence flowing like liquid metal.
"What the hell is this?" Bronn muttered, his muscles tensing as the golden liquid floated toward the creature's broken body.
Then, it slowly circled the creature's body, wrapping it like a cocoon.
From a distance, Amelia watched with wide eyes. The shift in the air felt oddly familiar to her.
The way the energy in the chamber changed, the way the golden liquid wrapped around the creature—it all looked familiar, but also different.
It did not have the same heavenly feeling. It was more primal, more dangerous.
"A breakthrough..." Amelia whispered, realizing what was happening.
The golden liquid wrapped itself around the creature's body, forming a glowing cocoon.
Bronn, sensing the change, took a few careful steps back, his instincts on high alert.
The chamber was quiet for a few moments, the only sound being the faint hum of the cocoon's energy.
Then, without warning, the cocoon hardened and burst open, sending shimmering particles of light flying through the air.
Crack!
From the explosion of energy, the creature emerged—completely transformed.
No longer broken and dying, it now stood tall, its dark form glowing with a dark golden light.
Its limbs were no longer shattered; they had reformed into sleek, sharp weapons.
Its entire body was whole again, shining with dark gold skin. Its eyes, like two dark gems, locked onto Bronn with a cold, predatory gaze.
Before Bronn could react, it vanished.
A blur of gold shot toward him, and in an instant, the creature was in front of him. Its sharp arm aimed toward his chest, straight for his heart.
Crack!
Suddenly, a loud sound echoed through the chamber as a massive wall of ice appeared between them, stopping the creature's attack just inches from Bronn's chest.