She was fast.
Faster than Bright's foresight could fully track.
The Multiplier core didn't just enhance her speed—it amplified everything. Strength, reflexes, tactical processing. Every attribute multiplied by a factor that made her something beyond a normal Initiate-rank fighter.
She wasn't just quicker; she was better in every measurable way.
Her chain-blade lashed out, extending in a whip-crack arc that covered twenty feet in an eyeblink. The weapon was a masterwork—segmented metal links that could extend and retract at will, each segment sharp enough to cut through bone.
Bright saw the strike coming. His foresight screamed the trajectory—high right, angling for his throat, intent to kill mapped out in harsh red lines across his vision.
He sidestepped, his enhanced body responding with speed that would have made his old self jealous.
The blade missed his throat by inches, so close he felt the displaced air against his skin.
But Seris was already moving again.
