Jamie was heavily bruised now, his face almost completely covered in blood, and both of his hands looked just as bad.
At this point, Alexander was simply far stronger than him. Not by a small margin either, but by such an overwhelming amount that even a toddler could have looked at the fight and known who was winning.
Compared to the merciless beating he was taking right now, everything Jamie had gone through in Midworld almost felt like a joke.
Hijacking the live video distribution.
Discovering that the souls of dead people in Midworld were somehow being converted into electrical energy.
Blowing up the power source.
All of it.
All of it somehow felt easier than the pressure Alexander was forcing onto him at this exact moment.
And then it hit him.
Energy.
The law of conservation of energy.
Energy is neither created nor destroyed.
It only changes form.
Jamie's swollen eyes widened beneath Alexander's shadow as the thought formed properly in his mind.
