The jade-haired brat clicked his tongue in irritation, but to his credit, he didn't retreat. He stood his ground—albeit swaying slightly—and his sharp, unfocused eyes began to scan the surroundings.
The remnants of what once might've been an ancient civilization lay scattered around us—ruined architecture, broken statues, crumbling columns, and rusted glyph-covered plates partially buried in sand and moss.
There was calculation in his gaze now.
It wasn't just blind aggression anymore. He was planning something.
I narrowed my eyes.
'So, you're going to play clever now? Sorry, but I'm not giving you the luxury of thinking time.'
My body surged forward, cracking the ground beneath my feet as I lunged.
The wind howled from the sheer pressure of my movement. My fist, encased in the ever-pulsing form of my symbiote, crashed into his gut with such force I felt his insides recoil. The sound it made—wet and broken—was oddly satisfying.
