The moment Adam set foot in the Prison Dimension, he felt it—oppressive, suffocating. The weight of the place pressed down on him like an unseen force, but he barely reacted. His eyes scanned the twisted landscape, but then—
Something shifted.
His gaze flickered downward.
"Oi." His voice was flat, unimpressed. "Why are you hiding in my shadow?"
A soft chuckle echoed as the darkness at his feet rippled. Slowly, a familiar figure emerged, stepping out like she had always been there.
Alexandria.
"I wasn't about to let you face this so-called Monarch alone," she said smoothly, brushing herself off. "Even if I do think you can handle him."
Adam let out a long sigh, already knowing it was pointless to argue.
"Fine. Suit yourself." He stretched his arms lazily, his body already rising off the ground. "But don't expect me to watch your back."
Without another word, he took off, cutting through the air like a blade, heading straight for the strongest presence in the realm.
