Onigi clutched his wound.
It wasn't healing.
His breathing grew heavier as pain pulsed through his body. His regeneration—it wasn't working.
His eyes narrowed.
Dorion's blood had done something.
A special effect? A curse? Whatever it was, it was stopping him from healing.
And knowing Dorion, this wasn't his only trick.
Dorion tilted his head, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips.
"Are you done, old man?" he taunted. "I still have a lot more to dish out."
Onigi tightened his grip on his weapon.
The kid was dangerous—too unpredictable.
His mind raced. But his heartbeat was calm.
'Should I use that?'
But before he could decide, another presence arrived.
A sharp shift in the air.
Alex.
No...not Alex.
A clone.
Onigi's frown deepened. "What is he up to this time?"
Alex's clone glanced at the battlefield, his gaze flicking from the scattered bones to Onigi's wound.
"Oh..." Alex muttered, a grin creeping onto his face.
"This scene was certainly not what I was expecting."
