Unfinished Battle

Kenji staggers across the dark continent, barely able to walk. His broken arm hangs beside him, and his body is riddled with deep wounds. Behind him, the ground is covered with the bodies of defeated Naxons, hundreds, thousands of them, all the way out to the horizon. The air is thick with the stench of blood and death. "He still got away.", Kenji mutters.

The memory plays again in his mind: Kenji had the gigantic Naxon King clutched in his hands, both palms locked down around the king's throat. The giant form squirmed against Kenji's grip as the king's crimson eyes burned with desperation. Kenji could feel life being squeezed from the king as he tightened his grip. But no sooner had Kenji faked the finishing blow, than the Naxon King opened a portal beneath him. In one swift, violent contortion, his body slipped out of Kenji's grasp and down into a swirling void.

Kenji cursed under his breath, "Damn it. gotta find Luca."