When Love Finds Its Way Back
The countdown echoed through the arena like a heartbeat amplified a thousand times. Every screen glowed red. Every breath was held.
Syntax’s avatar moved.
Against all expectations, it surged back to life, systems stabilising just enough, legs locking, balance snapping into place. A roar tore from the crowd as he launched forward, rage-fuelled, and reckless, chasing the shadow already sprinting toward the finish line.
“HE’S BACK UP—!”
“THIS ISN’T OVER—!”
Obsidian_13 didn’t look back.