From the distant vantage points where others watched in silent anticipation, the scene of Dylan stabbing Manu sent a wave of murmurs and speculation rippling through the onlookers.
Some dared to hope, while others held their breaths in disbelief. The gleaming blade from the Beast Nation, now lodged in Manu's abdomen, pulsed with an eerie light, and many thought this might indeed be the end of the tyrant.
But then came the sound—a deep, guttural chuckle, unmistakable in its menace and clarity. It echoed like a drumbeat, silencing all doubt.
Dylan, still gripping the hilt of the sword, looked into Manu's eyes, only to find them glowing with amusement, not pain.
