The reality of the present was demanding a response.
The tension in the air reached a breaking point, a silent scream of mana and intent.
He moved.
The air didn't just move; it screamed.
Zane didn't lunge; he simply ceased to be where he was. He activated his Void working at full, terrifying depth, and the space between them groaned under the sudden, unnatural stress.
The space between Apollo and Zane twisted in a way that broke the basic rules of physics, creating a disturbing shift in reality as the tool used to change their positions ripped a hole in the surrounding area.
VWOOM!
By the time Apollo's momentum carried him toward the space Zane had occupied a millisecond before, Zane had already reappeared at his left flank, a shadow manifesting from the void.
But Apollo wasn't caught. He had been forged for this.
