Arthur's body slammed into the ground with a bone-jarring thud, the impact sending shockwaves of pain rippling through his battered frame. Dust and ice shards exploded outward, his vision swimming as he gasped for air.
Jordan's lips curled into a savage sneer. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a gleaming dagger from his storage ring, its edge honed to lethal perfection, enchanted runes pulsing with dark energy.
He lunged forward, the dagger arcing down with the full intention of cleaving Arthur's neck in a single, merciless stroke.
Time seemed to slow for Arthur.
Omnicognition activated instinctively, his mind transforming into a supercomputer whirring at impossible speeds. Thousands of calculations hooked together in milliseconds—trajectory vectors, wind resistance from the melting ice, Jordan's muscle tension, even the subtle shift in his grip.
Every gear turned flawlessly, painting a crystal-clear picture.
But as the data converged, dread sank in.
