Chapter 88 - Clash of Foresight and Nephilim (1)

The first time Sahil Abdul faced the Ember Lance in Dubai's underbelly; it had been an ambush. His foresight had screamed danger, a blur of red fire slicing through his men before he even saw her face — if she even had one. That night, he barely escaped with his life, and only because his visions warned him three seconds before her blade cut through his neck. It was the moment Sahil understood: she was not an enemy to crush in a single move. She was an inevitability, a flame too wild to snuff out with power alone.