He jumped over the first.
Ducked under the second.
Caught the third and snapped it apart with brute force.
He reached the chest.
Asher grabbed the exposed plating around the red core.
And he pulled.
The metal bent, resisting him.
The Titan tried to slam its body forward to shake him off—
But the Knight tackled its legs from behind.
Asher growled, muscles straining.
The plating ripped open.
The glowing core was fully visible now—pulsing like an artificial heart.
Asher punched it once.
A crack formed.
He punched again.
The glow flickered.
He punched a third time—
and the core exploded in a burst of red light.
The Titan let out a distorted, broken roar—half-machine, half-static.
It collapsed forward, shaking the entire hall as it crashed.
Its systems flickered, sparks shooting across the floor.
Asher stumbled back, breathing hard.
The Knight stood beside him again, sword lowered.
The Titan's remaining eye dimmed.
Its body went still.
