The cut on André's cheek burned with an unnatural coldness, the wound glowing with a faint silver light. Blood trickled down his face, but the pain wasn't what concerned him—it was the realization of how close he'd come to death.
'If it wasn't for my ability to sense danger, my head would be rolling across this floor right now,' André thought, his mind racing to process what he'd just witnessed. 'What the fuck was that? Some kind of energy weapon?'
Victor remained unnervingly still, his posture relaxed as if they were having a casual business meeting rather than a lethal confrontation. The moonlight streaming through the warehouse's broken windows seemed to cling to him, casting strange, elongated shadows that moved slightly out of sync with his body.
[SYSTEM ALERT]
> Opponent Analysis: High-Range Combatant
> Recommendation: Close-Quarter Engagement
> Caution: Unknown Energy Manipulation
