Alex's eyes locked on Tharnok's broken form—sprawled at the far edge of the arena, a monstrous silhouette half-buried in fractured stone.
The aftermath of Arcane Dominion's rebound had launched him like a meteor, carving a brutal trail of destruction across the battlefield.
Cracks, dust, and debris marked the path of devastation.
And yet…
He wasn't unconscious.
Somehow—somehow—the Vorakan was still awake.
Alex's brows tightened.
His eyes glowed faintly as [Omni View] activated, zooming in with crystal clarity.
He saw it.
Tharnok's body was trembling.
His massive chest rose and fell with jagged, pained breaths.
Cracks ran across his armored skin like shattered glass. His muscles twitched, spasming under the strain of his own unstoppable strength.
And then Alex spotted it.
Just ahead of Tharnok's hand—a deep groove, dug straight into the stone.
A clawed finger, thick and brutal, had scraped through the solid arena floor, gouging out a trench. Not by accident.
