"Ah!" Lextor gasped as his eyes snapped open.
He stared at an unfamiliar ceiling.
His breathing was rough, his mind racing.
What… just happened?
The last thing he remembered was William's face.
Then William shot him with something—after that, everything went dark.
"You're awake."
A voice came from his left.
Lextor flinched and turned his head quickly, finding a familiar figure sitting beside the bed.
"B-Broth—agh!"
He tried to get up, but a sharp ache spread through his left chest plate.
"Don't get up, or you'll make your internal bleeding worse," Arthur warned, tossing the clipboard onto the other bed and turning fully toward his brother.
The two looked almost identical, except for their hair shade and build. Lextor had grown more muscular in his pursuit of absolute strength.
Arthur leaned forward, fingers interlocked. "Tell me—do you remember what happened during your battle?"
Lextor lowered his gaze. "I… was humiliated. Completely defeated."
