Adam's saber tore through the air, a weapon of pure, seething malice under his control. Its blue glow carved jagged streaks of light into the darkness, its hum a chorus of barely restrained destruction. Each swing, each savage slash was a desperate attempt to rip the beast apart piece by piece—to carve away its existence, to reduce it to nothing but a lifeless, smoldering husk.
"DIE! JUST—FUCKING—DIE!"
The words tore from his throat in a ragged, furious snarl, his sanity unraveling with every breath. The mine was a tomb of flickering shadows, the stale air thick with the scent of scorched metal, blood, and something deeper—something wrong.
The teal wolf lunged.
A blur of muscle and malice, it moved with the unnatural precision of a machine yet carried the primal fury of a beast. Its massive jaws clamped down where Adam's head had been a second earlier, teeth slamming shut with a metallic clank that sent a spray of sparks into the darkness. The sheer force of its bite could shear through steel, reduce bone to powder.
Adam's muscles twitched, his body reacting on its own—no hesitation, no wasted motion. He twisted, his saber flashing like a streak of violent light, carving a deep gash along the beast's throat. The wound sizzled as teal blood sprayed in a glistening arc, the air thick with the acrid scent of burning flesh and fluid.
The teal wolf howled, a sound so guttural and distorted it rattled the walls, vibrated in Adam's very bones. It reared back, claws raking stone, muscles tensing as it prepared to charge again.
"Oh, you want more? You're not getting away this time, you cybernetic piece of shit."
His voice cracked, raw with rage. His breath was a ragged snarl, eyes wide, burning. Hate surged through him, electric, intoxicating.
The teal wolf's hind legs bunched. It launched itself forward, crossing the distance in a blink.
Adam didn't dodge.
He stepped into the attack.
His saber screamed as it slashed through the air, cleaving through flesh, shearing off part of the wolf's snout. A sickening, sizzling noise filled the cavern as exposed tissue and cybernetic plating were laid bare. Teal blood dripped from the fresh wound, hissing as it met the cold stone floor.
Adam laughed—a raw, breathless bark of hysteria.
"You like that? Huh?!"
The wolf lashed out.
A swipe of its crackling paw slammed into his side, a bolt of electricity surging through the impact.
Pain detonated through Adam's ribs. His body was sent hurtling through the air, slamming into the mine's jagged wall with a force that cracked stone. The impact tore into his shoulder, sent rock chips exploding outward in a shower of debris.
Then came the real pain.
A molten blade of agony tore through his left arm. He hit the ground hard, vision flashing white as he forced himself to look.
His arm.
It hung at a sickening angle, bones jutting through torn flesh, gleaming like shattered ivory. Blood, thick and steaming, poured down in crimson rivers, pooling at his feet.
For a moment, the world narrowed.
Blurred.
His breath came in ragged gasps, but his mouth twisted into a grin.
Then—his arm twitched.
Convulsed.
Muscles spasmed. Tendons snapped back into place. Bone retracted with a sickening crunch as flesh sealed over like molten wax filling a mold. Within seconds, his arm was whole again, the pain already fading.
Adam flexed his fingers.
The teal wolf froze.
It wasn't fear of Adam's strength. Not of his saber. Not of his violence.
It was fear of what he was.
A mistake.
Adam launched forward, his saber a streak of merciless light.
The blade speared into the wolf's eye.
A wet, explosive pop.
The beast screeched—a sound that tore through Adam's skull like a serrated knife. It writhed, convulsed, legs kicking wildly in agony.
The acid like fluid burned through his skin but it regenerated just as quickly.
Adam leaned in close, his voice a breathless rasp.
"Yeah, that's right." His smile was all teeth. "You feel that, you walking pile of spare parts?" Adam taunted the beast,his words dripped in malice and hypocrisy.
He twisted the blade. Hard.
Teal blood burst from the ruined socket, drenching his arm in searing-hot fluid. The wolf stumbled back, half-blind, snarling, desperate.
Adam wiped the blood from his face. His tongue flicked out, tasting iron and electricity.
His own blood tasted the same.
He ignored the thought.
Time to finish it.
He moved like a specter of death, a whirlwind of surgical precision.
A downward slash severed the tendons in the wolf's front leg.
A sweeping arc carved deep into its side, exposing quivering muscle and metal plating.
Another strike—a cruel, effortless cut—and two of its rear legs were gone.
The teal wolf collapsed.
Its breath came in ragged wheezes, teal blood pooling beneath it. Its body twitched, no longer capable of standing, let alone fighting.
Adam stood over it, chest heaving, eyes wild.
"Look at you," he spat. "The big, bad wolf. Reduced to a fucking puddle. You really thought you were gonna kill me?"
The wolf let out a weak, wheezing whimper.
Adam sneered. He raised his saber—
Then—
A shift.
Not in the air.
Not in the mine.
In the wolf's eyes.
Before, there had been rage. Hatred.
Now, there was something else.
Fear.
Adam hesitated.
His sneer faltered.
"…What the fuck?"
The teal wolf's ears twitched.
It wasn't looking at him anymore.
It was looking past him.
A whimper.
Then—despite its broken body—it moved.
Not toward him. Away.
Dragging itself through its own blood, it fled. Claws scraped against stone, teal fluid splattering as it limped into the abyss.
Adam didn't move.
He just watched.
Then—he felt it.
The mine trembled.
Not from the wolf's retreating form.
From something else.
Something massive.
Something wrong.
And then—lumbering from the abyssal dark—it came.
A beast far larger than Adam.
A familiar blocky face.
And intruder.
Its eyes smoldering like dying stars.
Its body barely contained it's rage and violence.
To kill.
Adam exhaled slowly. His saber hummed, the air around it distorting from the sheer heat.
A sick smile twisted across his face.
The beast loomed closer, its massive frame blocking out the flickering lights of the mine, sending shadows spiraling into the corners like frightened mice.
Adam could feel the ground quake beneath him, a rumble that resonated in his bones, reverberating through the very fabric of the darkened chamber. The air was thick with tension, the acrid scent of blood still hanging in the atmosphere like a specter, lingering, taunting.
Each step of the intruder was deliberate, powerful. Its blocky face, a grotesque assemblage of jagged bone and sinewy muscle, was marred by the remnants of old battles—scars that told stories of victories and losses alike. The yellow eyes, smoldering with a malevolent light, seemed to pierce through the darkness, locking onto Adam with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.
"Didn't I beat your ass already?" Adam taunted, his voice laced with a mix of bravado and a flicker of uncertainty. The saber in his hand felt heavier now, as if the weight of the beast's presence siphoned away its energy, leaving him with a sense of foreboding.
"GRRRRRAUGHH...!!
The intruder let out a low, rumbling growl, one that echoed off the walls like a thunderclap, sending vibrations through the ground. It was a sound steeped in violence
Adam could see the muscles coiling beneath its thick skin, preparing for the inevitable confrontation.
"Come on then! I'm not afraid of you!,you aren't going to crawl back to Savan again,are you?" he shouted, though a part of him was screaming to run, to escape the encroaching doom. He stepped forward, the saber crackling to life in response to his challenge, a surge of energy coursing through him, igniting the fire of defiance burning deep within.