บท 267: Delayed My Death?

Just a few minutes ago,

Serkan's focused pursuit of Asher was a dance of death and defiance. 

Each time Serkan thought he had succeeded in maiming Asher, the blazing charred skeleton would stand up, a brilliant emerald glow enveloping him as he bounced back, an eerie resilience in his eyes. 

It wasn't just resilience; with each rise, Asher's aura seemed to pulsate stronger, his power increasing in leaps and bounds.

Serkan's dark green eyes mirrored a growing storm of confusion, uneasiness, and frustration. The relentless power Asher exhibited was an enigma he couldn't decipher, an anomaly that didn't align with the man he'd initially perceived as weak.

Despite the huge power gap between them, how can he not feel uneasy about something he can't understand?