It was in this moment of exhausted respite that a figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and imposing, the figure exuded an aura of power that eclipsed even that of the combatants. His voice, when it finally came, was deep and resonant, carrying a sense of authority that silenced the battlefield.
"Is that it?" the figure asked, their tone laced with disappointment.
Axl looking up and still guarded, made an annoyed response. "Who are you?"
The figure smiled, a chilling expression that sent shivers down the spines of those who witnessed it. "I am your surprise... or at least one of them," he replied.
Axl, despite his injuries, felt a surge of anger. "An enemy, then," he growled, his voice filled with defiance.
The figure nodded, their eyes glinting with amusement. "Precisely," he said.
"But I suggest you save your strength. You'll need it."
