A slow, mocking clap echoed through the shattered arena.
Adam turned.
From the rubble, Wraith stood—his body twisting, bones snapping back into place. His wounds sealed themselves, flesh knitting together in real-time.
He grinned, fangs glinting under the arena's light.
"Hey."
His voice was steady, unbothered—like he hadn't just been beaten into the ground.
"You really think I'd go down that easily?" Wraith rolled his shoulders, the cracks echoing through the silent battlefield. His aura swelled, dark and oppressive, warping the air around him. "Only a champion of a universe can kill me. And you? You're not one."
Adam raised an eyebrow.
Wraith chuckled, his crimson eyes burning even brighter.
