[Alert: Primordial Energy Detected]
[Warning: Class-A energy present]
He had no idea what any of that meant.
However, his muscles tensed as he assessed his opponent. The figure stood motionless at the end of the maintenance shaft, red and white energy still crackling around their fingertips—a perfect mirror of Noah's own void bullet technique, but composed of something darker, more primal.
'This is different,' Noah thought, studying the figure's stance. Not like the guards at the facility. Not even like Micah. There was a confidence in the stillness, a predatory patience.
"Kelvin," Noah whispered, "I'm facing resistance. Need intel."
"Working on it," Kelvin replied, keys clicking rapidly in the background. "Signature readings are... wait, that can't be right."
