"Nunha… watch out!"
The warning cry from Irene, my dearest friend since our small-town days, echoed from behind the escalator.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The gunshots split the luxury hall of the Sukhumvit mall. Shoppers screamed and scattered, but all sound seemed to fade when I saw Irene collapse mid-run, blood blossoming across her blouse.
"Irene!" My voice cracked as I caught her falling body, pulling her close against the polished marble floor.
Heat, suffocating and heavy, filled my chest. The blazing summer sky outside darkened as thunder roared, and suddenly—light consumed me. My body rose weightlessly, pulled toward a radiance that no one else could see.
Then, rage. It surged like a tidal wave, ripping through my veins. My eyes snapped open, burning with fury.
Across the shattered silence, Eckus—the assassin—stared, frozen, as his own body lifted from the ground. My hand clenched the air, unseen force tightening around his throat. His gun slipped from his fingers.
Dozens of terrified shoppers watched in horror as the impossible unfolded before them. Their screams turned into whispers of disbelief.
And in that suspended moment, I was no longer just Nuhna. I was something… more.