Chapter 52: The Mutant Thief - Part 2
The trio – Akito, Ryo, and Kai – had arrived at the Mutant Arena, hidden beneath the twisted depths of the mutant facility.
Akito's eyes widened the moment he saw it.
The circular chamber spanned nearly fifty meters wide, surrounded by jagged, concrete-metal walls stained with age, blood, and the echoes of suffering. The ceiling arched high above them, domed in blackened steel, lined with red blinking lights and ever-watching surveillance lenses that never seemed to blink.
At the centre of the arena, the floor was forged entirely of metal – scarred by scorch marks, jagged cracks, and dark pools of dried blood. The very ground was a battlefield, etched with the violent legacy of powers unleashed.
High above, along the encircling walls, windows were cut into the concrete – where other mutants, huddled behind reinforced glass, watched in forced silence as their own kind were made to kill or die.
And right now...
Two mutants were locked in a brutal clash. One was a man with sharp black hair and icy blue eyes. The other, a woman with long brown hair and piercing green eyes.
With a furious scream, the woman's hair elongated – twisting, sharpening into deadly strands that lashed toward her opponent like living blades. But the black-haired man moved with fluid precision, dodging and weaving through her assault.
Then, with a flick of his glowing hand.
FLASH!
A weapon materialized in his grip: a gleaming axe.