The moon rose red.
Jordan stood alone on the rooftop, city lights flickering beneath him.
Lucien Vale stepped out of the shadows, slow and calm.
"You're an abomination," Lucien said.
Jordan smiled, teeth sharp. "Get in line."
They collided.
Steel versus bone. Claws versus blade.
Jordan won—but barely.
Lucien vanished into smoke, laughing.
"You're not ready," his voice echoed. "But you will be."