Not emotionally, no. Something deeper than that.
The dormant force beneath his skin surged with such violence that his vision flashed white.
For one breath, the world became lines.
Not light. Not sound.
Lines.
Paths of motion.
Vectors.
Threads of intent.
He saw the zombies' movements before they completed them. Saw the gap opening near Gao Jun's left flank. Saw the next wave turning toward Tang Li Yue. Saw the mental thread stretching from the evolved zombie to its horde.
And between all of them, he saw the shortest path to her.
The ground cracked beneath his boot.
Then Lu Chengran moved.
Gao Jun only felt the wind.
Xu Ren looked up from reloading and saw their captain vanish from the SUV's side like a shadow cut loose.
Chen Qiao shouted something.
It did not reach him.
Lu Chengran crossed the battlefield in a blur.
A zombie turned. But it was too slow.
He passed it, and its head separated a heartbeat later.
Another reached for him.
