It was the third and final night of the mixed martial arts competition.
By now, one name had become the talk of the entire arena.
Nemesis.
The fighter had dominated the first two nights of the competition, defeating three opponents each night—and he had done it without appearing to break a sweat.
Tonight, however, he would face his greatest challenge yet.
A fight with the defending champion and the owner of the training school and the arena.
Rocky.
The moment Nemesis stepped into the ring, the crowd erupted.
He wore an all-black tracksuit, the hood pulled low over his head, and a black mask concealed most of his face. Nothing about him revealed his identity. Not his age. Not his expression. Not even the slightest hint of emotion.
Only his eyes were visible.
Under the spotlight, they were cold...focused...unshaken.
When the spot light caught his eyes again, they looked like a pair of glowing obsidian orbs.
