Jonathan's shock and confusion swirled within him as he tried to process the unexpected turn of events.
He had been so confident in his victory, so certain that it was just him and Daimon within this surreal realm. So, the sudden intrusion of another presence was both bewildering and alarming.
His emerald eyes, still marred by the pain of Daimon's retaliatory strike, darted around the crimson expanse. The surreal battleground, once the backdrop for their fierce struggle, now held an eerie sense of uncertainty.
He remained on guard, his emerald energy flickering erratically as he struggled to regain control.
With cautious steps, Jonathan slowly turned around, his gaze fixing upon the source of this disturbance. His breath caught in his throat as he took in the figure before him, a figure that shouldn't be there.
