Clap. Clap. Clap.
A slow, deliberate applause echoed through the arena.
"Not bad. You kids really are something else." The man smirked, tilting his head slightly. "Back in my world, they would've called you children of the universe."
A moment of silence followed. Then—
"Brother," Selene's voice cut through the tension.
"Uncle."
"Uncle."
Both Alexandria and Mark spoke at the same time.
"Damien."
The man's smirk twitched. His eyes flickered between them before his expression soured.
"Who the hell is 'Brother'? 'Uncle'? 'Damien'?" His voice was sharp as he scanned their faces. Then, something clicked. His eyes narrowed as he spotted Selene, Thomas, Raphael, and Freya. Recognition flashed across his face.
"Ohhh…" He let out a slow, amused hum. "I remember now. You lot—prison dimension, right? And you—" His gaze locked onto Freya. His grin widened. "You're the one who killed the last poor bastard I swapped bodies with."
