Shredica's POV
My mind was sharp.
No—sharper than before. Way sharper than it had any right to be.
It felt like someone had wiped the fog off my thoughts and cranked the clarity knob all the way up until it almost hurt. Everything around me felt fast and slow at the same time, like the world couldn't decide which gear it wanted to stay in. My senses were stretched thin, pulled taut, and my brain was firing on all cylinders without asking for permission.
Thoughts overlapped. One plan bled into another, and then into another after that. Three different calculations ran side by side in my head—how I'd move, how I'd strike, how I'd react when he countered. I could see my own mistakes before I even made them, and yet my body kept pushing forward anyway, like it didn't care.
