Endless Evolution: Last Star

Chapter 613 Failure

A shadow fell over Adam, leaving visible only his lone eye and the brightly burning crimson flame from his armor.

The sword shuddered, losing contact with the chain and Adam, the energy quickly drained away destining the ghastly sword to become nothing more than a multitude of dark red clots.

Nothing more was cutting Nirosh's leg, the bright, almost unbearable pain was gone, but... it wasn't a good sign for him.

Thrust.

Fingertips covered in multiple layers of armor from a heavy crimson gauntlet dug into Nirosh's flesh on his chest.

They possessed no sharpness, just brute force - it was enough to tear Nirosh's skin, sink deep, and break his bones.

As a last hope, Nirosh reached his hand forward, trying to do something, but it was too late.

If he wanted to stay alive, he had to be stronger - everyone at the Moon Colosseum understood that even a child saw a bloody battle for the first time.

It was the truth - simple and obvious.

Gasp.

Nirosh's mouth opened wide when he felt something squeeze his heart, rough and hard, but not strong enough to explode it.

Slowly, the crimson gauntlet covering Adam's right arm dissipated, top to bottom, as did his cape with his helmet. His energy reached its limit, he'd done more than he should have, but... there was still some unfinished work.

"Nirosh, I guess... you won't be needing this anymore either."

Crimson particles flew in front of Adam's face, his voice quiet and cold as with a judge passing a deadly verdict.

"After all, your heart rotted long ago, what good is it?"

Under his serene gaze, Adam pulled Nirosh's heart from his chest, causing him to take one of his last breaths. Stay connected with My Virtual Library Empire

Thump.

With a twitch of his hand, Adam tossed Nirosh's heart aside like useless trash of no value, physical or mental.

Turning his head to the side, wide-eyed Nirosh crawled forward, his nails sinking into the ground, trying to reach his most valuable treasure.

"Gha... I'll get you back..."

"Damn, everything was going so well until now. Couldn't you just kill each other, or at least stay awake?" Kogen raised an eyebrow in confusion.

If Adam hadn't passed out, no one would have doubts about the winner, but now... things weren't that obvious.

"Agh... Well, we'll see what we can do."

Shaking his head under his frustrated voice, Kogen slowly rose from his throne, he walked to the edge gazing intently at the arena - preparing to make a decision.

Before he could say anything, a slight smirk appeared on his face as he retreated into the shadows.

Bewilderment fell over the audience, whispers began in all parts of the arena, but soon everything became clear.

Scratch.

Clutching the ground beneath his fingers, Fromund slowly opened his eyes. Instinctively, he carefully stood up feeling a deafening pain all over his body, his wounds hadn't gone anywhere, but his condition was stable allowing him to regain some strength.

He was as stunned as the audience, not because of his awakening but from the scene before him - a dead Nirosh holding his own heart and lying on the ground Adam.

'Wait... Is he dead?'

That was the first thing Fromund thought, but as soon as he saw Adam's chest rise slightly at the sigh, the corners of his lips went up.

"I see... Well, looks like it's all over, doesn't it?" Fromund muttered approaching one of the rocks, the debris of his meteorites.

By the silence and the stares full of anxiety and concern, Fromund realized that the results of their duel hadn't been announced yet.

Not wanting to make a mistake, Fromund cast a quick glance at Kogen, in return receiving a deep nod.

"Hah, fuck... I don't want to do this so badly..."

Fromund smiled bitterly, dipping his fingers into his messy, blood-slicked crimson hair.

Then, he raised his head looking at the most important people to him - Elva, Tilda, and Liv, their tear-reddened eyes made his heart clench painfully, but he also felt a pleasant warmth.

"I'm sorry, I lost in such an important fight, this... this is a failure."

With a heavy sigh, struggling with his dark desires, Fromund stated:

"I give up."