No more or less

Maverick shifted, blood trailing down the side of his jaw, eyes locked on the man wrapped in flame. His grip stayed firm on the Bastion Blade, but something in his stance said it clear.

He didn't need Amari here.

"Go," Maverick said, voice low but steady. "Find Milo's clone. Secure the girl. We'll hold this."

Amari hesitated only for a breath.

Then he turned and ran, boots hitting scorched tile, vanishing through the breach in the corridor wall. No words. No questions. Just movement.

The firestorm roared behind him.

Johnny's Position – Southern Corridor

The world snapped sideways—again.

Osric's Unco, Judgment Pulse, had fully awakened. Runes glowed down both arms, spiraling from shoulders to palms in lines that shimmered with scarlet authority. Every breath he took now carried weight like it had passed through law.

Johnny spit blood into the dirt and rolled to his feet.