The floor was a minefield of sparks and unconscious bodies. Metal grates groaned underfoot, warped from energy blasts and torn from their bolts. Burn marks licked the walls. Electricity danced in the air, and blood had begun to steam against the overheated steel.
Kang Hyun's eyes didn't flinch.
He loosed one arrow high—embedding it into a vent pipe—then rolled his wrist and sent another arrow low, skipping it along the ground. Both exploded on contact. The first rerouted a heatwave launched at Yujin, the second sent a blade-wielding prisoner reeling backward, his momentum reversed mid-strike. He slammed into a wall he'd never meant to touch.
"Six o'clock!" Yujin's voice was sharper than the claws that just tore through her gloves.
