Max's eyes narrowed, a cold gleam flashing within them as he stared at Kyle, Tron, and Agatha. He sneered, his expression carrying utter disdain, but his attention wasn't truly on them. His Three Dimensional Body had already spread its perception through the entire crowd below, mapping every movement, every life force, every breath. And then he felt it—the presence he had been hunting for a month—Arnold.
'No matter where you hide, I will find you,' Max thought, his killing intent rising sharply like an unsheathed sword.
In the next instant, his body simply vanished, leaving behind only the faint distortion of air and a single afterimage.
"No!" a shrill voice cried out from somewhere within the crowd.
Every single person turned their heads at once, their eyes widening in shock. Max now stood among them, one hand gripping Arnold's neck with unrelenting force, effortlessly lifting him off the ground.
