Rayden exhaled deeply, wiping sweat from his brow. "Damn… what a fight…"
Julian approached slowly, his steps heavy but composed. He glanced at both Aya and Rayden, giving them a firm nod. "How much longer for the antibody?"
Aya checked the device strapped to her arm, her expression tense. "Around two more minutes… if everything stays stable."
But then, footsteps. Dozens of them.
Heavy. Steady. And suffocating.
A wave of soldiers began emerging from the smoke, moving in formation like a tide of steel. Their armor reflected the dying light of dusk, and at the center of it all walked a man whose presence alone could freeze the battlefield.
His eyes were sharp, his expression carved from stone. Intimidating, unreadable.
"I didn't expect all three of my enhanced skill users to fall at your hands," he said, voice calm but cold. "You've become quite a nuisance."
