Adam's body trembled under the unbearable gravity Cain had unleashed. The ground beneath him had long since cracked and caved, leaving him half-buried in the rubble.
Cain, standing above him, watched with cold amusement. His golden aura flickered ominously, casting shadows over the battlefield.
"Still fighting?" Cain mused, tilting his head. "I admire your resilience, Adam, but it's pointless. Your body is seconds away from collapsing."
Adam gritted his teeth, refusing to let the crushing force break him. His arms shook violently, his muscles threatening to give out—yet he forced himself to rise.
"You talk too much."
Cain's eyes narrowed. "Oh?"
With an explosive burst of willpower, Adam lifted his head—his gaze defiant, his blue aura flaring despite the gravity trying to crush him.
Cain let out a disappointed sigh. "Fine. If you won't stay down…"
He raised his hand, and suddenly—
The pressure doubled.
