Third Round

Freya stood frozen, watching Alex with a mix of awe and dread.

Her mind raced, struggling to process what she had just witnessed.

A clone.

Kato and the other two had been fighting a clone the entire time.

Not just any clone—one strong enough to push three opponents to their limits.

If that was just a fraction of Alex's strength… how powerful was the original?

A chill ran down her spine.

"I see you don't need any help."

Alex turned toward her.

His voice came out steadier than she expected.

Their eyes met.

His gaze was calm and unreadable gaze made.

Freya felt her breath hitch.

She had never needed her assistance.

Xeno had been tough.

Skilled, fast, and precise.

But he had underestimated her.

And he had paid for it with his life.

His body was proof—kneeling, riddled with daggers, lifeless eyes still wide in disbelief.

Freya exhaled.