On top of a building, a figure stood at the edge of the rooftop. Wind swept toward him, but split apart before it could touch the body, as if an invisible force was constantly in place around him.
Ten stories below, the road had been driven straight through. The attack came down like a verdict — one clean strike — and where asphalt used to be there was now a crater so deep the bottom was just darkness.
"So you dodged that."
Lex's face remained motionless, but anger burned in his eyes. His gaze locked onto one thing—his brother's killer.
Although it was small and fast, his perception perfectly captured its movement.
"You think you can escape from me?" he sneered as he stepped off the ledge.
His fall turned into acceleration, air snapping violently behind him as his speed kept climbing—eighty, ninety, one hundred kilometers per hour.
Without slowing his descent, he reached his arm downward.
