Adrian pushed me behind him, his mind flaring in violent defiance. His energy burned hot, sharp, consuming.
Every blow he struck was like fire, every psychic ripple like a thunderbolt. He fought like he was made of fury.
I tried to help, sending out a pulse of raw energy, but the connection between us made it unpredictable.
Sparks jumped from my hands, lighting up the smoke like tiny bursts of lightning.
Two operatives went down. Another came at me with a blade; Adrian caught him mid-swing, twisting the weapon free and sending the man sprawling.
For a brief moment, the alley was a storm of psychic and physical combat, a blur of motion and light. I didn't know where I ended and he began.
Then, I saw it.
A shimmer in the midst of the smoke, a figure watching, distant, calm. Not attacking. Just observing.
The same presence from before. The one that haunted my dreams.
The one I'd felt whispering through 'The Veil's' psychic frequencies.
