"I would like," she said, her voice dropping into a low, intense register, "to understand that system..."
"In detail... Every single variable."
"The Foresight's predictive window is twelve seconds," the avatar replied, his voice devoid of any boastfulness, stating it as a simple, unyielding law of nature. "Everything within a twelve-second radius of the present moment is calculated before the first action is even taken."
"Because the calculation is continuous, the dragon's deflected arc was already a solved certainty before the first construct had even left its housing."
"Twelve seconds," Talyra whispered, the number feeling impossibly long, an eternity in the heat of a kill.
"Yes," the Avatar said.
Talyra turned her head, looking toward the northern rubble. Above the jagged, broken roofline of the city, the dragon's massive, motionless form lay sprawled like a fallen god.
