Lukas' body hit the ground with a dull thud, his once-pristine silver armor now dented and scorched by the relentless energy of Seraphina's Aether sword. The faint hum of the blade subsided as she exhaled sharply, her grip loosening. She stood over his unconscious form, her glowing eyes narrowing as though she still doubted he was truly defeated.
Rex stepped closer, his boots crunching against the charred and broken tiles of the arena floor. He folded his arms, his sharp gaze scanning Lukas. The fight had been brutal, intense—but Rex couldn't shake the nagging irritation bubbling within him.
"Damn it, Cronus," he growled inwardly. "If I had taken him down, I'd have gotten the XP and leveled up. But no, Seraphina just had to show off."
Cronus' voice echoed in his mind with its usual infuriating calm.
