It moved too fast.
Not fast like before clean, controlled, predictable in its precision.
This was different.
This was direct.
No adjustment.
No correction.
Just intent.
Victor reacted first, already shifting into its path, but he felt it instantly the space wasn't resisting the figure anymore. It was clearing for it.
"Move!" he snapped, shoving her sideways.
The impact came a second later.
Sharp.
Focused.
Victor took it head-on, boots scraping against nothing that still somehow held, his body absorbing the force as he forced himself not to give ground.
"Yeah," he gritted out. "Still don't like you."
The figure didn't respond.
Its gaze was already past him.
Locked on her.
Still.
Unwavering.
The girl steadied herself, breath uneven. "Okay… I officially hate the way it's looking at me."
Dante was already moving.
Faster than before.
Not clean.
Not efficient.
Unpredictable.
