Andrey's Ki senses flared—a sudden, sharp pressure, like a blade pressing against the back of his neck. He grabbed Morgana's arm and yanked her sideways just as a streak of silver light carved through the space where they had been standing.
The impact was deafening.
The ground where they had stood a moment ago exploded inward, a deep crater cracking the asphalt, sending jagged shards of stone and dust erupting into the night air. The shockwave rippled outward, forcing Andrey to brace himself, his boots skidding across the uneven ground.
Andrey's eyes widened. His internal thought surfaced: 'What the hell... what kind of power is that?'
From the settling dust, a figure emerged. He walked with an unhurried, almost casual gait, his hands in his pockets, his purple hair catching the faint glow of the distant streetlights. He wore a perfectly tailored black suit, unwrinkled despite the chaos, and his sharp features were set in a calm, amused expression.
