Nightmare Abyss

In a dead town drowning under torrential rain, Zhou Kai stands knee-deep in mud soaked with flesh and blood. He slowly wrenches his fist free from the skull of a mountain-sized, faceless colossus, watching filthy blood mix with rain as it drips from his knuckles. “I told you,” he says, “this punch is pure hard work and sweat—more than you can handle.”