The dreamland was starting to fall apart.
Across its strange, twisted landscape, the battles were reaching their peak, and one by one, they were turning in favor of the sleep demons.
Inside the coliseum, Kardrax slammed into a broken tower and fell. His body scraped against rough stone, leaving smears of blood along the crumbling walls. He gasped for air, his chest rising and falling hard, deep cuts bleeding nonstop.
In the air above him, Hypnos hovered with his wings spread wide, dark and looming. He closed his hand slowly, Kardrax's arm bent at the wrist, then the fingers folded and cracked with a loud, sickening crunch.
Kardrax groaned but stood up. He raised his other hand and threw a blast of blood needles, sharp, glowing dark red.
Hypnos wrapped his wings around himself. The needles shattered against them harmlessly. Then he spread his wings again, sending out a shockwave that slammed into Kardrax and pushed him backward.
