Steve's jaw clenched, and his aura pulsed harder in response. The room felt like it was shrinking. Another wave of pressure surged through the warehouse, rattling light fixtures and shaking dust from the ceiling.
But even in the middle of the chaos, his eyes kept drifting back to Lucien.
Lucien hadn't moved.
He stood at the edge of the warehouse like a man untouched by the storm, hands behind his back, watching the clash unfold with a detached calm. He hadn't flinched once. Not when Dravik unleashed his flames. Not when the shockwaves cracked the ground.
He had walked in without a sound. No energy signature. No pressure. No presence.
It wasn't natural.
'Is it some kind of technique? A cloaking skill?' Steve's thoughts churned. 'Or maybe an advanced stealth technique?'
He scanned the space again.
Something didn't add up.
