The Maze And The Guide

Onigi clutched his wound.

It wasn't healing.

His breathing grew heavier as pain pulsed through his body. His regeneration—it wasn't working.

His eyes narrowed.

Dorion's blood had done something.

A special effect? A curse? Whatever it was, it was stopping him from healing.

And knowing Dorion, this wasn't his only trick.

Dorion tilted his head, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips.

"Are you done, old man?" he taunted. "I still have a lot more to dish out."

Onigi tightened his grip on his weapon.

The kid was dangerous—too unpredictable.

His mind raced. But his heartbeat was calm.

'Should I use that?'

But before he could decide, another presence arrived.

A sharp shift in the air.

Alex.

No...not Alex.

A clone.

Onigi's frown deepened. "What is he up to this time?"

Alex's clone glanced at the battlefield, his gaze flicking from the scattered bones to Onigi's wound.