"Let's end this game. I've already given you enough time to play around," Haron declared.
Six serpents emerged from his back. Translucent. Enormous. Their bodies were made of condensed shadow given shape.
They fanned outward before striking simultaneously.
Rain was already moving, leaping backward.
He pushed off the nearest cube and felt the first serpent's jaws snap shut where his torso had been a half-second prior. The displaced air hit him like a fist.
'Fast.'
Faster than anything Haron had shown before.
These weren't merely projections—they tracked, correcting mid-lunge with a precision that made his earlier attacks look child play by comparison.
Rain hit another cube running and didn't stop.
His legs found a rhythm that stopped being natural somewhere around the fourth stride.
The VIEL pressed through his muscles like pressurized current.
Two hundred kilometers per hour. That was his speed in a straight line.
And it barely felt like enough.
