The atmosphere within the Spectrum base was saturated with an almost solid tension, a heaviness emanating from the basalt stone walls engraved with complex geometric symbols. Dark flames burned in metal holders, casting moving shadows over the two fighters. The combat between Klein and the Antichrist had now reached another dimension, each exchange of blows shaking the very foundations of the Spectrum base. The Antichrist occupied the body of Aeshma and his stature adapted with terrifying speed to this fleshly envelope. His amber eyes, reflections of the demonic essence, shone with a malevolent glow while his superficial wounds healed before one's eyes.
"You fight really well, human," the Antichrist mocked, his voice distorted by a deep resonance.
