[The Execution Arena – Ironhold]
Time froze for a second in Ironhold. The scene unfolding in the center of the arena was not a fight; it was a biological "sin" being committed before everyone's eyes. The remaining two giants, representing the pinnacle of Dwarven military technology, were no longer separate entities. Their dead flesh began to melt like black wax, and their rusted steel armor began to interlock with a high-pitched metallic screech that threatened to shatter eardrums.
It was a sickening, "organic" sound—the snapping of bones as they broke to reconstruct a new, massive, dual skeleton. From the clouds of toxic steam and splattered black blood, the monstrosity emerged. A ten-meter-tall titan with four gargantuan arms, each carrying the legacy of a Crusher: the Axe, the Hammer, the Chain, and the Shielded Fist. As for the heads... they were fused atop mountain-wide shoulders, featuring eight dead eyes and two distorted smiles that met in the middle.
Gravity in the arena was no longer just a physical force; it had become a "weapon" under the control of this beast. Every step it took sent seismic shockwaves that pulverized the stone beneath my feet, as if the planet itself were kneeling under the weight of this transformation.
"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
A roar erupted from the fused throats—a roar with a "metallic" resonance that forced the spectators in the stands to clutch their ears in pain. The monstrosity didn't give me a single moment to think. The Hammer and the Axe swung simultaneously in a "scissor" attack designed to crush and bisect me at once.
[Crimson Vision – The Analysis of Annihilation]
In that moment, I felt the familiar pulse behind my left eye. It wasn't just a pain; it was an "explosion" of consciousness.
$[Skill Activation: Eyes of Sin – Dissector Mode]$
The grey world around me vanished. The arena was dyed in deep black, and the monstrosity appeared as a luminous map of crimson lines. I saw the "veins" pumping the black fuel, and I saw the neural "nodes" connecting the two heads to the four arms. Most importantly... I saw the "Fusion Core"; it was a dark red pulse, the size of a child's head, buried deep within the chest cavity behind three layers of hardened steel.
"I see your death..." I whispered, blood trickling from my red eye due to the immense pressure.
I moved. It wasn't a run; it was a suicidal "leap" toward the beast. I exploited the gravitational pressure that was trying to pull me down and converted it into a horizontal propulsion force. I slid beneath the path of the Axe by millimeters, feeling the heat of the metal sear my back, then vaulted over the Axe blade itself as it slammed into the ground.
I used its arm as a bridge, sprinting up the armor of its limb with logic-defying speed. The monstrosity tried to snatch me with its third arm (the Chain), but my crimson eye mapped the trajectory of the spiked ball a fraction of a second before it arrived. With predatory fluidity, I contorted my body in mid-air; the ball whistled past me, smashing into the monster's own shoulder due to its own "inertia."
[The Dance of Dismantling]
I reached the level of the heads. They were laughing—a cold, soulless grin.
"Laugh all you want..." I gripped the helmet of the right head with my right hand. Thanks to the raw power of the [Grand Reward], I dug my fingers into the steel as if it were mere cardboard. I wasn't just striking; I was "dismantling." I began to twist the head with all my might.
"CRRRRRRRRR-ACK!"
The sound of tearing black muscle fibers and snapping massive vertebrae filled the arena. The monstrosity began to thrash in madness. Its four arms hammered at its own chest and shoulders in a desperate attempt to crush me, but I was stuck to it like its own shadow. With a roar that shook the foundations of Ironhold, I ripped the head clean off.
The head detached from the body, followed by a waterfall of viscous black fluid. I didn't let the head fall; I hurled it with immense force toward the royal box. It slammed into the glass barrier in front of King Gorath, leaving a smear of black death before his blind eyes.
The second head let out a scream that wasn't human—a scream that rattled my very soul. The monstrosity lost its balance and fell to its fused knees. I didn't give it a chance to rise. I dropped from its shoulder and drove my foot into its previously injured knee joint.
"THUD-CRACK!"
The joint exploded under my weight and momentum. The beast collapsed entirely onto its chest, creating a deep crater in the arena. This was the moment I had been waiting for.
[The Final Touch – Crushing the Soul]
I walked slowly across its armored back toward the chest area. The monstrosity was still trying to resist, raising its shattered arms to seize me, but I was looking through it. My crimson eye was locked onto that scarlet pulse in the depths.
"You built this thing to be eternal..." I said, raising my fist, the red light from my eye coating my arm entirely. "But sin leaves nothing whole."
I brought my fist down. It wasn't a standard punch; it was a "penetration." My hand pierced the first layer of steel, then the second, then sank into the warm, viscous black flesh. The monstrosity let out a funereal shriek, and the entire arena shook as if it were drawing its last breath.
I gripped the Core. It was a crystalline orb, hot and pulsing with terror.
I pulled it out with all my strength. As the Core detached, threads of blue energy and black blood sprayed out. The monstrosity stopped completely. Its movement froze in a surreal pose, and the light extinguished in its remaining eyes.
I held the Core high in the air before thousands of spectators who were engulfed in a silence like that of a graveyard. Then... with absolute coldness, I crushed it between my fingers.
"BOOOOOM!"
The Core exploded, and the gargantuan body beneath my feet turned into a heap of dead flesh and motionless metal.
[The Aftermath – The Majesty of a Demon]
A suffocating silence prevailed. Not a single dwarf in the stands dared to cheer or shout. The scene was so gruesome it exceeded their minds' capacity to comprehend.
I stood amidst the wreckage. Black smoke drifted up from the mangled corpses of the giants. My face was masked in black blood, and my hair dripped with the same fluid. My crimson left eye glowed in the darkness of the arena like a volcanic vent, leaving a red trail of light with every movement of my head.
My armor was shattered, and my bare chest bore new scars, but my stance radiated an invincible power. I placed my foot atop the crushed head of the monstrosity and ground the remains of its skull under my boot with a sickening "crunch," turning it into splinters.
I looked toward King Gorath. He was standing in his box, silent, his fingers gripping the arms of his chair. The audience looked at me with pure terror—not as a hero who had won a battle, but as a "calamity" that had descended upon them from the sky.
I wiped the black blood from my mouth with the back of my hand and etched a cold, distorted, terrifying smile.
"The show is over..." my voice rang out, carrying a terrifying metallic resonance thanks to the power of the Eyes of Sin. "Who wants to be the next sacrifice?"