The battle inside the hellish chamber continued with unrelenting intensity.
The air was thick with raw energy as the three apostles closed in on Stark.
He stood at the center, breathing heavily, his body faintly glowing from the aftereffects of Crimson Healing.
The Ultimate Clone was beside him, ready to act at any moment, but the apostles showed no signs of letting up. Stark knew they were only moments away from victory if he faltered.
Cerberus growled, the sound vibrating through the ground like deep thunder.
Each of its three heads snapped aggressively, molten saliva dripping from its snarling mouths.
Stark's gaze shifted to the giant beast.
He could feel it—Cerberus was weakening as he was the one Stark focused the most on. Its defenses had taken a beating, and if Stark was going to finish this, now was the time.
[Cerberus HP: 290,487/1,750,000]
