"I fight for the code," Elector Mordecai said.
He raised his bare left hand again and pointed his open palm straight at Lucian's chest.
Lucian dropped his steel dagger in the grass seconds ago, but he refused to die on his knees.
He operated on pure adrenaline and desperation.
He activated his Stealth Gift and dropped his mana signature to zero.
He erased his physical presence and dashed forward to flank the Elector.
Mordecai did not flinch. He did not turn his head or track the invisible movement.
Mordecai swiped his left hand in a short, horizontal arc.
He did not cast a kinetic blast or a holy smite. He deleted the physical space right in front of him.
A flat, gray void ripped open in the air.
Lucian slammed straight into the unrendered gap mid-stride.
The sudden deletion of the atmosphere created a violent vacuum.
The pressure hit the noble's chest and knocked the breath completely out of his lungs. His stealth dropped instantly.
