Both spears tore through the air.
Seojun barely managed to deflect one; the second struck his side with a violent thud. He cried out, not in pain, but in fury.
Slamming his clawed hand into the ground, he triggered a shockwave of force. The floor cracked beneath them, and both figures dropped, crashing down another level.
With each descent into the spiral prison's depths, their battle grew fiercer. Now, in the very heart of the spiral, the walls were metallic, and the cells sealed with layers of bulletproof glass.
Seojun unleashed everything. His body bulked up, becoming wider, denser. His skin grew darker, rougher, almost like stone. His eyes burned white—irises vanished, swallowed by pure rage.
He lunged forward, striking relentlessly. Claws slashed, breath growled, body twisted in a dance of desperation and rage.
But then, something shifted. An alien surge rushed through him. Something new.
Was it the will to survive? Or a soul refusing to lose family again?
