The hooded figure did not move immediately, yet everything around him seemed to hesitate in response to his presence. The air in the Rift Hall grew unnaturally still, as though even the unseen currents that flowed through the space had withdrawn in quiet recognition.
Enjin stood firm despite the shift, his body radiating controlled power, fragments of metal hovering around him like a restrained storm waiting to erupt. His eyes remained sharp, calculating, but beneath that surface composure, something unfamiliar had begun to creep in, an instinctive caution that refused to be ignored.
This was no ordinary opponent. The moment the figure lifted his hand and slowly pulled back his hood, that feeling solidified into certainty.
