Rex shifted backward, his confident expression faltering slightly. "What the heck!" he shouted. Charon had instantly transformed into a colossal version of himself, a towering green avatar of swirling souls and ethereal energy enveloping his skeletal frame. The avatar loomed over Rex, its eyes glinting like embers, radiating an ominous power.
"NO OBOL COIN, NO CROSSING!" Charon's voice resonated like thunder, echoing through Rex's mind and making him feel like he was being called to join the dead.
Rex shook his head, pushing away the dread that threatened to creep in. "Okay, let's do this!" He planted his feet firmly, summoning the last vestiges of his Aether, his resolve hardening like iron.
With a primal roar, Rex charged forward, unleashing a flurry of punches. Each blow crackled with energy, but Charon merely stepped back, allowing the blows to graze harmlessly off the avatar's spectral form. The giant's reaction only stoked Rex's fury.
