chapter ninety nine: a climatic battle (part 3)

Try as he might, Anon struggled to keep up with Trevor's manipulation of the environment. One moment, Trevor formed a barrier of solid rock to shield himself from Anon's attacks, then swiftly transformed it into a barrage of deadly spikes aimed at impaling Anon.

Anon dodged and weaved as best he could, but the wounds on his body began to take their toll. Blood dripped from various gashes, leaving a trail on the cracked ground beneath his feet. Fatigue settled into his muscles, making each movement slower and more labored.

Trevor reveled in his dominance, the cruel smile on his face growing wider with each strike that landed. He taunted Anon, mocking his every attempt to fight back.

"Is this all you've got, Anon? I expected more from someone who dared to challenge me. You're weak. Pathetic," Trevor jeered, his voice dripping with malice.

Anon gritted his teeth, refusing to let Trevor's words break his spirit. Through the pain and exhaustion, he mustered one last ounce of strength, summ