"And now, you will pay the price," Adams declared, his voice resonating with finality.
"I don't think so, brat."
The words sliced through the tension like a knife. All eyes in the arena turned toward the source, a man with majestic wings descending from the sky. He landed gracefully, his presence commanding attention as he pointed a gleaming sword directly at Adams.
The man who had been trembling under Adams' oppressive aura just moments ago suddenly found new strength. His fear evaporated, replaced by a surge of manic energy. He burst out laughing, a harsh, grating sound that echoed through the arena, drawing the attention of everyone back to him.
"Now let's see how you get out of this one, brat," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. His eyes, once filled with terror, now gleamed with a sinister glee as he looked at Adams.
