Endless Evolution: Last Star Chapter 1641: Red Eyes

Glass was the core of Tron’s power. While others manipulated elements like fire or ice, he possessed the unique ability to forge glass into any shape or dimension he desired.

This went beyond simple sturdy barriers, jagged blades, or throwing daggers; he could construct intricate objects, such as mirrors.

The mirror was capable of reflecting the black spear, yet unlike his previous attempts, this maneuver was not enough to neutralize the threat.

Consequently, Tron shifted to a more formidable strategy: a spherical glass cage.

Whether the black spear possessed infinite speed or immeasurable energy was irrelevant to Tron. At that moment, his objective was simple: trap the spear and strip away its escape route.

Silvana narrowed her eyes, observing the field.

‘Quite cunning. Every time Adam’s spear strikes a mirror, it bounces to another, trapped in a loop that will eventually drain its momentum.’

This was a rare instance where even Silvana remained uncertain about the full extent of Adam’s capabilities. Like the others watching, she was eager to witness the outcome.

Tremble! Tremble! Tremble!

Waves of vibration surged through the glass sphere, growing in both frequency and intensity with every passing second.

A smirk played on Tron’s lips, for this rhythmic feedback indicated that his design was functioning perfectly. His mirrors were successfully containing the deflected projectile.

"Excellent, I expect this to conclude shortly."

However, his confidence quickly evaporated, replaced by a flicker of unease.

Crimson flames began leaking through the microscopic seams of the mirrors, staining the exterior of the sphere. It appeared his containment trap was failing to hold against the sheer intensity of the weapon.

"Impossible." He gestured aggressively. "My glass is indestructible. Just how much power does this spear contain?"

Regardless, he refused to yield.

Clasp!

Tron clenched his fists, flooding the sphere with an influx of power. The gaps constricted as the joints fused, sealing the fissures until the sphere was seamless once more.

He had successfully achieved his intended goal.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

The sphere shuddered slightly, but it was clear to every spectator that the struggle had reached its climax.

Abruptly, the vibrations ceased, and the mirrors fell silent.

Tron offered a satisfied grin, acknowledging that this battle had proven far more taxing than he had initially anticipated.

"Hey now."

A calm voice interrupted his thoughts, and Tron turned to see the source.

His grin vanished, his eyes widening in pure disbelief.

Adam had been watching from his position the entire time, his hands empty, yet his posture radiating readiness.

Blink.

As his crimson eyes flared, a massive, fire-wreathed black spear materialized in his grip by his direct command.

All that was required was the activation of his specialized gaze.

"If I am being honest, my strength is nearly spent, so... this will serve as my final strike."

As he spoke, he squeezed his eyes shut, and two ocular markings shivered into existence hovering before the spear’s shaft.

The pupils moved with a frenetic energy before locking directly onto Tron.

Tron swallowed hard as he watched Adam initiate his final assault.

Even to a K4-Phantom at the peak of his evolution, Adam’s movements were nearly too rapid to track. For this singular throw, the user had matched the speed of his own weapon.

A flash of crimson washed over the Sky Cube, bathing the surroundings in a grim, scarlet light before striking Tron with devastating impact.

In a split second, Tron erected a dozen barriers, but the sheer force of the black spear obliterated them instantly.

‘I must evade this!’ Tron commanded himself, his frame shaking.

He surged several meters away in a single stride, certain that he had successfully dodged the projectile and that it would bury itself into the earth behind him.

Yet, when he looked back, terror gripped his heart.

"W-What?!"

The black spear was hovering directly before him, its tip embedded deep into his right shoulder.

With a pained grimace, he attempted to rip the weapon from his flesh. He bared his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, his fingers clawing at the dark metal embedded in his shoulder.

Wheeeezzzeeee!

With a final, violent surge, the black spear tore forward with terrifying velocity.

Debris and earth exploded outward as the spear plowed a trench into the ground, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

BAM!

The entire Sky Cube shuddered as the weapon reached its destination, slamming into the wall with enough power to vibrate the entire structure.

Only then did it finally dissipate, having fulfilled its purpose.

"GHA!"

Adam coughed up a wave of blood and collapsed onto one knee.

"ADAM!" Silvana screamed, rushing to his side. "Are you hurt?"

Dark particles danced in Adam’s vision; the gloves were gone, and his ability had retracted.

"Save your worry," he wheezed, his breath ragged. "Tron took a far heavier blow than I did. I might have pushed too hard, but I hold no regrets for that shot."

Riska remained where she stood, watching. She could sense that Tron remained alive, yet her own heart hammered against her ribs.

None of them had truly expected Adam to be capable of wounding Tron.

As the smoke dissipated, the extent of the damage became apparent.

A massive section of the wall had been disintegrated. Tron stood amidst the rubble, a dark stain of crimson bleeding through his attire.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Blood flowed down his arm, his white shirt nothing more than tatters around a ruined shoulder.

The skin had been shredded to the muscle, revealing a scorched, blackened wound that punctured straight through his body.

Tron slowly lifted his head, his amethyst eyes locking onto Adam.

A faint, cold smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Hah... I must admit, that is a truly terrifying ability."