Adam's wings beat hard as he shot through the darkness, weaving between stalactites and jagged rock formations. The archer Titan was still behind him, its arrows streaking past with deadly precision. The Void Abomination's tentacles lashed out from the shadows, slamming into the ground where he had been moments before.
"Tch! This is getting ridiculous!" Adam snarled, dodging another arrow by inches.
His breath came in ragged gasps. His body was reaching its limit—the constant wounds, the lingering void energy, the exhausting evasion.
'I'm at my limit,' he thought, his internal voice strained. 'If I don't find the Bloom soon—'
TWANG.
The arrow struck him from behind.
Adam gasped as the projectile tore through his shoulder, piercing his scales and flesh with unnatural ease. He stumbled mid-flight, his wings faltering as pain lanced through him.
"Ghh! What the hell?!" He glanced at the wound, his eyes widening. "It pierced my defense... and my scales!"
