Kyle frowned. "Why hasn't it done anything yet? It's like… the pool is more important."
Void nodded and narrowed his golden eyes. "And that's what makes it terrifying. That thing isn't just strong—it's unpredictable. Look around. All the carnage, all the blood, and it hasn't even flinched."
Kyle's thoughts churned, and for a moment, doubt crept in. Could they really take down something like this?
But then he remembered how far they had come— every fight where they'd emerged stronger, every moment they'd pushed past their limits. He clenched his fists and turned to Void. "Hey," he said firmly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.
Void glanced at him, ready to hear him.
"We're stronger than this thing," Kyle said, determination flashing in his eyes. "You've got raw power, speed, and that unbreakable attitude of yours. And me? I've got my katana, my runes, and the stubbornness to never give up. Together, we've got this."