Strange

Atreus calmly walked over to the frothing figure of Yakob, sighing as he saw his opponent be so quickly consumed by the madness of his illusions.

"Little Yakob, you were quite the disappointment. Pride truly blinds us all."

Throughout their entire battle, not once had Yakob thought to use his main qi or even active his lineage.

"It is, what it is."

He tapped the latter's forehead and he fell asleep.

"Hopefully the medics are able to regrow your extremities."

***

[Micheal Tenerahs vs Lyra Softsky.]

Lyra frowned looking at Micheal, not out anger but rather out of fear.

Though Micheal bore a smile and looked rather nice, deep within her soul, she could tell something was wrong with his gaze. Something was very wrong.

Within the depths of his pupils, she could see a form of primal brutality and detachment she'd only seen once before…