Lucien's eyes sharpened, glowing faintly with that same icy light. "Let's see how you handle this."
He clenched his fist.
Inside the creature, the water compressed.
Not far from the battlefield, the aftermath of another fight settled.
A level eight corpse collapsed in on itself, dissolving into fading energy as Agent Kayden rolled his shoulder, exhaling like he'd just finished something mildly inconvenient.
He turned, scanning the area for anything interesting until he saw it.
"…Is that who I think it is?"
Across the field, Lucien's presence was impossible to miss. The glow. The pressure. The sheer intensity of the fight.
Kayden's brows lifted slightly. "…He's fighting a seven alone?"
He moved without any rush or alarm, simply out of pure curiosity.
Irina stood nearby, already watching, tension clear in the tightness of her posture. Kayden stepped up beside the blonde, brushing imaginary dust off his black suit.
"What's happening here?" he asked casually.
