BOOM!
Wraith shot forward, a blur of speed and claws.
Adam didn't move.
Not until the very last second.
Then—WHOOSH!
He tilted his head slightly, and Wraith's claws barely grazed his cheek.
A near miss.
Wraith's eyes widened—
BANG!
Adam's fist buried itself into his gut.
The impact rippled through Wraith's body—his entire frame bending inward for a split second before—
BOOOOOM!
He was sent flying backward.
Like a bullet.
Through stone.
Through steel.
Through the air itself.
CRASH!
He slammed into the ground, skidding through the shattered arena, carving trenches deep enough to bury buildings.
Dust and debris erupted into the sky.
Silence.
Then—
WHOOSH!
Adam appeared above the crater, looking down.
Still unimpressed.
His golden aura crackled around him, bending the light, making the air shimmer like a mirage.
He sighed. "That it?"
Then—
A growl.
From the dust, Wraith rose.
His hair was disheveled, his body cracked and bruised, but his eyes—
