Immortal Body
The moment Ezekiel saw Alex and Freya standing before the Grim Lord and its monstrous army, he froze.
His breath hitched.
His entire body went stiff.
The sheer horror on his face wasn't just because of the nightmare-fueled creatures looming ahead.
It was Alex.
Alex scared him more than the Grim Lord itself.
A shiver ran down Ezekiel's spine. It didn't take much to put the pieces together.
No other players had appeared.
Only Alex and Freya.
Which meant…
Alex had killed them all.
Ezekiel swallowed hard, his throat dry as sand.
A part of him wanted to run.
To bolt in any direction, even if it meant throwing himself into the Grim Lord's army.
But there was nowhere to go.
Nowhere to hide.
They stood at the peak of the mountain.
The terrain was like a vast, circular arena, its edges glowing faintly with a shimmering magic barrier that loomed over them like an unbreakable dome.