"Lord Jesus…"
Quaneesha couldn't believe it, not at all. She thought that with her long life, she'd already seen a lot of things—even before the Game, she'd traveled the world and seen lots of bizarre things.
But not like this, never like this.
Before her stood a figure in black armor, smoke rising from his body where her lightning should have struck him. No—it did.
It hit him dead-on. Even his long weapon glowed from the heat of her attack.
Adam's flesh was charred, blackened in places where the current had burned through his armor. But he was standing. Still breathing. Still alive.
"How…?" Quaneesha whispered. "You ain't right, boy. That should have stopped your heart, fried your brain, turned your blood to steam. Jesus—"
Quaneesha's words stopped. How could they not… when Adam suddenly glared at him with his empty eyes?
And without saying a word, he turned toward the light of their Middle Inner Crystal.
