Elius's hand gripped Soilandor's ragged bandaged throat again, lifting the ancient mummy like he weighed no more than an empty cloak.
His hair, long and golden, shimmered like a banner of war under the fractured dome sky of the Superhero Academy's battlefield.
Each breath came heavier than the last, his body drenched in sweat, limbs screaming in overuse, but his eyes—they burned, two coals buried in a sea of fatigue.
Then the System chimed.
[Alert: Enemy Threat Level = Four times higher than the host. ]
[Warning: Combat Fatigue Reached 74% - Host body integrity weakening]
[Qi Circulation Disrupted - Core Overload in 3… 2…]
Elius ignored it.
SLAM.
The bones of the earth rattled. Soilandor's body cracked the ground like a meteor made of dried flesh and ancient curses.
But it wasn't just the enemy that trembled.
It was Elius now—shoulders heaving, his own muscles begging for mercy, joints snapping and popping like aged wood under pressure.
