They landed in absolute emptiness.

  No light. No gravity. No sound.

  And yet—they were not alone.

  A dark silhouette stood before them, his aura unnatural, stolen… familiar.

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  A voice, both amused and condescending, echoed through the void.

  "Long time no see, El Sharkawy."

  The figure stepped forward.

  His entire body pulsed with power—their power.

  "I’ve been keeping tabs on you," he continued. "Training for 21 years. And when the time was right, I stole everything from you, honed it, perfected it."

  His energy flared, shaking The Void itself.

  "Now, I am undefeatable."

  El Sharkawy exhaled.

  "Are you sure?"