Adam wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes fixed on the towering figure of the Void Manifest. His body trembled, his regeneration struggling to keep up with the damage the Crown had inflicted. But his voice, when it came, was steady.
"Haha... seems like I made it angry."
He let out a low, strained laugh, shaking his head slowly. Dark ichor still dripped from his wounds, but he forced himself to stand straighter, forcing his body to obey.
"You really live up to your name, don't you? Gluttony. Even my own body can't handle you." He glanced at the Crown on his brow, then back at the Void Manifest. "But with this... I can match you."
The Void Manifest's twin stars blazed brighter, its form shifting as the constellations across its surface writhed. Its voice echoed, layered with ancient fury.
"Empty words. Don't be arrogant just because you managed to wound me once."
