Page 130 of Divine Obsession

Trevor barely acknowledged them, pausing only to make sure I walked in safely before following right behind us.

The weight of his hand pressed against my lower back until the heavy metal door swung shut behind me.

The hallway inside was dark, lit by a few scattered, flickering bulbs that cast eerie shadows along the cracked cement walls. I walked next to Trevor, my footsteps echoing faintly. The air smelled faintly of metal and damp stone, and I had the distinct feeling I was descending into some kind of underworld.

The elevator at the end of the corridor was surprisingly modern and secure.

As we stepped in, Trevor pressed the button forminus five.

“What is this place?”

He smirked, sparing me a slight glance. “You’ll see.”

The elevator jerked slightly before descending. The longer it moved, the heavier the air seemed to grow. When the doors finally slid open, I was hit with a wave of sound and light so intense, it momentarily disoriented me.

We stepped out into chaos.

The space was enormous, a sprawling underground warehouse that looked as though it had been abandoned and reclaimed by something raw and untamed. The ceilings went high, and beams of light cut through the haze of smoke. Music boomed from massive speakers mounted along the walls, the bass shaking the floor beneath.

The space waspackedwith people. Some huddled in groups, drinking and smoking, others dancing to the music. At the far end of the room, a makeshift bar was crowded with bodies clamoring for drinks, while servers weaved through with their hands high up, balancing trays.

Trevor reached back and grabbed my wrist, his grip firm but not rough. We pushed through the crowd, Trevor parting the sea of people like a force of nature. The farther we walked, the louder the noise became. At first, I thought it was just the music, but then I realized it was something else – something moreprimal.

The roar of a crowd.

A fighting cage stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by a dense circle of onlookers shouting and cheering. Two fighters moved inside it, their bodies glistening with sweat as they traded blows. The energy in the room was electric, the kind of raw, unfiltered chaos that felt both thrilling and dangerous.

But it wasn’t just the cage that caught my attention.

When I looked up, I realized we were in the very pit of the warehouse. The building’s square under-structure rose around us, forming an almost coliseum-like effect. Several floors of balconies wrapped around the space, packed with more people watching the fight from above. It was a labyrinth of cement and steel, an architectural anomaly that felt both ancient and industrial.

This wasn’t just a fight club. This was a world unto itself.

Trevor’s hand didn’t leave my wrist as he led me towards the other side of the floor. I could faintly make out a cement staircase that spiraled upward to a VIP section.

Even higher above it, a blacked-out office. All guarded.

Whoever we were here to see, clearly operated at the very center of this chaos. And judging by the scale of it all, they weresomeone.

The megaphone crackled to life, cutting through the music and the noise of the crowd. A low, deep voice boomed out, immediately commanding attention.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you’ve all been waiting for!”

The crowd closed in on the cage, their cheers and whistles rising. Trevor still had my wrist, pulling me through the crush of bodies, but my attention was on the cage as the announcer continued.

“First, stepping into the ring, a man who needs no introduction. A fighter who’s turned this ring into his personal domain. Known for his undefeated streak and brute force, give it up forMortal!”

The spotlight shifted, illuminating one corner of the cage. A huge man stepped into the ring, his physique almost unnatural in its bulk. He raised his arms, flexing for the crowd, and the response was immediate – cheers, a chant of his name that rolled through the room like thunder.

Trevor didn’t even glance at him, too focused on moving us forward, weaving through the mass of people with practiced ease.

“And now…” The announcer’s voice deepened. “For the very first time in this cage… Facing him tonight, the legend herself. Undefeated. Unmatched. Untamed. The Combat Goddess of the Underworld... MEISA!”

The crowd exploded.

If Mortal had stirred excitement, Meisa ignited a frenzy. People screamed her name, clapped, and stomped their feet in unison. The cage seemed to pulse with the energy of it.

My eyes locked onto the figure stepping toward the cage.

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