Korum didn’t know how long he remained in that mindless state of rage. It could’ve been minutes or hours. By the time he came back to his senses, Loris’s head was lying several meters away from his body, his eyes vacant and his neck looking like it had been savaged by a wild animal.
Dead. His opponent was dead.
Korum’s own body was in agony, and he could feel the darkness trying to overtake him again. Only the knowledge that there was still something he needed to do kept him from the sweetness of oblivion.
His greatest enemy was not the one lying on the field; he was the one hiding among the spectators—and Mia was still in danger.
Groaning in pain, Korum managed to get up on his hands and knees, his muscles shaking from the effort. He was dimly aware that the crowd was cheering for him
