A Morsel of Victory

Despite the terror's horrible external wounds, Adam knew the most critical damages were happening inside. Radiation was probably ravaging its cells and DNA, causing internal bleeding and organ failures.

Curiosity gnawed at him, a relentless itch he couldn't scratch. Thus, he crossed the vortex to continue his observation and understand how the original survived.

A few seconds later, he snorted at the once terrifying behemoth, reduced to a scorched mess. Dust billowed in the damp cave as its chest rose and fell with difficulty.

Inside its stomach, blood churned and crashed against the walls like a tidal wave. And in the middle of this raging red sea, the original swung his military knives, his lips curling into a devious smile.

"HAHAHA. Look at you! I'll soon pierce your stomach like a balloon!"