The sound of rustling leaves and snapping twigs echoed through the forest as Zayne calmly said,
"We've still got a suspect to chase."
His tone was relaxed, but his movements were anything but. With his hands folded, he darted through the battlefield using only his legs—each kick precise, devastating, and final. Monsters lunged at him, but none could even graze his coat before being launched into trees, shattered or unconscious.
Beside him, Captain Valeriana slashed through the chaos with elegance. Her blade danced through the air, glinting with mana-infused precision. The contrast between their styles was stark—one graceful and technical, the other overwhelming and almost casual.
She glanced at Zayne mid-swing, her ocean bluish-green eyes narrowing.
He's strong… Those monsters are being crushed with nothing but his legs… and he's not even trying.
