"You wouldn't think that this day would come, did you?" Elyon, a skinny man with glasses, looked at King with hatred.
"You bastard, did you betray me?" King stood up from the pile of debris with pure rage.
"When was I ever loyal to you, King?" Elyon tugged his glasses back, staring deeply at King.
"You…"
King almost erupted in rage, but when he felt all the mutation energy in his body drained away, needing at least a day to recover, he calmed down again. He needed to calm down.
Taking a deep breath, King stared at Elyon venomously. "Even if I am injured, do you think you can beat me?"
"King, King," Elyon chuckled. "I have been waiting for this moment ever since my girlfriend betrayed me to follow you, only to be killed by you. Do you think I haven't come prepared?"
"Huh, what are you saying?" King strained his ears to try to catch the voice, but all he could hear was a small, indistinguishable whisper.
