Cain stood panting, sweat dripping down his face, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The echoes of his clash with Jun still reverberated through the arena, the crowd stunned into silence. Across from him, Jun lay collapsed on the ground, unconscious but alive. The intensity of their battle had left everyone in the arena in a state of confusion, unsure of what had just transpired.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of Cain's labored breathing and the distant murmur of the bewildered spectators. Then, breaking the tense silence, Cain took a step forward, moving to the center of the battleground. His voice, though hoarse from exertion, rang out clear and strong.
"I'm forfeiting!" he shouted, his declaration echoing through the arena.
The crowd erupted into chaos. Gasps of disbelief and murmurs of confusion filled the air as the audience tried to comprehend what Cain had just said. Forfeiting? After such a fierce battle? It made no sense.
Cain's eyes scanned the faces in the crowd, noticing the bewildered expressions and the shocked whispers spreading like wildfire. But what caught his attention more than anything were the eyes of certain individuals—Mr. Khan and other guild masters, their gazes sharp and suspicious. They had seen something, sensed something that didn't add up. Cain's secret use of the Shadow Monarch's power hadn't gone completely unnoticed.
After the match ended, a person came wearing a black suit to get jun who was lying on the ground and took him towards the basement ground.
Ignoring the growing uproar, Cain turned his back on the crowd and began walking toward the exit. His body ached from the fight, but his mind was more focused than ever. He had to act fast.
As Cain followed the man who took jun away, kris who was making his way toward him, stopped for a second and opened his mouth as if to say something, but the words died in his throat as he watched Cain continue on his path, heading in the direction where the unconscious Jun had been taken.
A sudden chill ran down Kris's spine, freezing him in place. He watched Cain's retreating figure, his heart pounding with a mix of dread and unease.
What the hell are you doing, Cain? Kris wondered, the sight of his friend moving toward Jun filling him with a sense of foreboding.
Meanwhile, Cain's steps quickened as he made his way to the basement. His instincts told him something was off, and he wasn't about to ignore them. When he reached the dimly lit room, his suspicions were confirmed. There, standing over Jun's unconscious body, was a man holding a syringe, preparing to inject it into Jun's arm.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Cain's voice cut through the air like a knife, cold and filled with a deadly intent that made the man freeze in his tracks.
The man's eyes widened in panic. In a desperate move, he turned and lunged at Cain, aiming to inject him instead. But Cain was quicker. With swift precision, he activated *Moonlight Dream*, and the man crumpled to the ground, unconscious before he could even react.
Cain didn't waste any time. "Popuro," he called out, urgency lacing his voice.
In a flash, Popuro materialized from the shadows, its presence comforting in the tense atmosphere. Understanding Cain's silent command, Popuro enveloped both Jun and the unconscious man, pulling them into its hidden dimensional space—a safe haven away from prying eyes.
Cain let out a slow breath, his body relaxing slightly. "Finally," he muttered, relieved that the immediate threat had been neutralized.
But just as he was about to take a step back, a voice spoke up from behind him, cold and laced with menace.
"What are you planning to do with those bodies?"
Cain's blood ran cold. The voice was low, dangerous, and it carried a weight that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He could feel the intense killing intent radiating from the figure behind him, an unspoken threat that promised death if he made the wrong move.
Slowly, Cain turned his head, his muscles tensing as he prepared to face the new threat. He didn't know who this person was, but the sheer aura they exuded told him one thing—this was no ordinary enemy.