The one retrieved from The Void

The abandoned building's eerie silence was shattered by the clashing of Vas's chakrams against the Forgotten. The creature, with its nightmarish, horse-like head and spider-like limbs, loomed before him, its grotesque form writhing in anger.

Vas summoned his chakrams with a deft flick of his wrists, the blades spinning with deadly precision. His recent training had elevated his skill to new heights, allowing him to command the chakrams with unparalleled finesse. As he activated Voluntad Sin Límites, he felt the familiar surge of anima pulsing through his body, syncing seamlessly with his movements.

The Forgotten lunged at him with a frenzied roar, its thorny limbs slashing through the air. Vas responded with a fluidity that spoke of countless hours of practice. He combined his enhanced chakram control with newly honed hand-to-hand martial arts, focusing on speed and agility.

As the creature advanced, Vas ducked and rolled with the grace of a seasoned fighter. His body moved with a newfound speed, each motion powered by the anima pulses that coursed through his muscles and bones. He leapt back to avoid a sweeping attack, the anima allowing him to execute a high-speed spin that left him perfectly poised for a counterstrike.

With a mental command, the first chakram flew towards the Forgotten, slicing cleanly through one of its limbs. Simultaneously, Vas closed the distance between them, using a series of rapid, precise strikes. His hands moved in a blur, each punch and kick infused with the same anima-enhanced precision that guided his chakrams.

The Forgotten staggered, its remaining limbs flailing wildly. Vas used the opportunity to integrate his martial arts techniques, striking at the creature's vulnerable spots with sharp, practiced moves. His fists connected with a resounding impact, each hit amplifying the force of the anima pulses that flowed through him.

The second chakram joined the fray, spinning through the air with a deadly trajectory. Vas's focus was unwavering as he seamlessly combined his hand-to-hand combat with the chakram's movements. A powerful kick propelled him into the air, and as he descended, he commanded the chakram to slice through the creature's exposed side.

The Forgotten roared in pain, its form beginning to unravel under the combined assault. Vas's movements were a testament to his rigorous training, his martial arts techniques and chakram control working in perfect harmony. He dodged and struck with a speed that left the creature struggling to keep up, his anima pulses enhancing every action.

But as the battle continued, the strain on Vas's body became evident. The intense combination of martial arts and chakram control was taking a heavy toll. Each high-speed maneuver and chakrams command drained his stamina, his muscles burning with the effort. The anima pulses that once flowed smoothly now felt like a heavy weight, forcing him to push through the exhaustion.

Finally, seizing the moment of vulnerability, Vas prepared his decisive move. He unleashed a flurry of rapid strikes, each blow amplified by the anima pulses. At the same time, the chakrams spun in a converging pattern, their trajectories adjusted with the fluid precision of his enhanced control. The blades sliced through the creature's core with devastating force, severing its vital appendage and causing it to disintegrate into a dark, swirling mist.

The oppressive presence that had filled the building dissipated, leaving Vas standing alone amid the wreckage. He lowered his chakrams, the connection of Voluntad Sin Límites fading as he relaxed his focus. The building's silence was now punctuated only by the distant hum of the city.

Exhausted and drenched in sweat, Vas slumped against the wall. The combination of techniques had pushed him to his limits, the toll evident in his labored breathing and trembling limbs. He had managed to overcome the Forgotten, but the fight had drained him completely. He knew that while his new skills had proven effective, they also required more practice to master fully without such a heavy physical toll.

As the dust settled, Vas took a moment to steady his breath. The victory was hard-won, and the path to refining his combat techniques was still ahead. He was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, but tonight, he was acutely aware of the price of his newfound power.

With his last ounce of strength, Vas managed to send a text to Lily, providing his current location. The message was brief but urgent: "Need help. Abandoned building, coordinates attached."

At a different location, Lily's bracelet buzzed with the incoming message. Her eyes widened as she quickly read Vas's text. Her heart raced as she relayed the information to Anya and the others. "We have a location," she said, her voice edged with urgency. "Vas needs help. We have to move now."

Anya, already on high alert, nodded sharply. Without wasting a moment, she coordinated the group and directed David to drive as fast as possible. The car roared to life, speeding through the city streets with a sense of desperate determination.

The drive felt like an eternity, every second stretching as they raced toward the coordinates. Anya's eyes were focused on the road, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her, and though she tried to remain composed, her concern for Vas was palpable.

Soon, they arrived at the abandoned building. The once imposing structure now loomed eerily in the darkness, its broken windows and crumbling façade casting ominous shadows. Anya, Lily, and the others quickly assessed the situation. The building seemed deserted, but the tension in the air was thick.

Anya ordered her men to stay outside and establish a perimeter around the building. She instructed Lily and the others to remain outside, aware that Lily had been vague about why Vas wanted to keep his bonded status a secret. Despite this, Anya didn't need many reasons to trust him. With a resolute nod, she ventured into the building alone.

The first floor was cloaked in a thick, oppressive silence. The only sound was the faint drip of water somewhere in the darkness. Strange moss, dark and pulsating, covered the walls and corners. It seemed to breathe and move of its own accord, creating a sense of creeping dread. The air was heavy, thick with an unnatural cold that clung to Anya's skin.