The Starlit Arena continued to fall apart around them as Forgotten Titan swung its arms through the open air and smashed the stone platforms into dust.
Giant chunks of the temple dropped past Kai and vanished into the bottomless void.
He stood on a slippery piece of black ice while his chest burned from his broken ribs.
Meriel leaped across a widening gap and landed heavily a few feet away. The guy was bleeding profusely from the wounds Kai gave him, but he still held his broadsword tight.
Both of them were exactly twenty-one years old, but the toll of the deadly world made them look much older and far more tired.
"We are both going to die down here if you keep throwing ice at my head," Meriel yelled over the roar of the monster.
"That sounds like a perfect trade to me," Kai shouted back.
He gripped his dagger tightly as the urge to stab the man right in the throat was almost overwhelming.
