The figure took a step back, nearly ten fee, his arms hanging limply at his sides. A sinister crimson glow spread across his hands.
Then, right before their eyes, his hands began to change from the inside out, elongating, morphing into two razor-sharp, blood-red blades.
Ethan froze.
Leo and Williams saw it too, but instead of reacting with shock, they exchanged a brief glance.
Raising their knives defensively, they didn't pursue.
"Ethan, take Lyla and get out of here! This guy isn't someone we can handle easily," Leo warned, eyes locked on the transforming figure.
There was no panic in their voices, no disbelief. This wasn't the first time they had seen something like this.
Ethan hesitated. Were they actually saying they couldn't take this guy down? Worse, that they might not even make it out in one piece?
Just as that thought crossed his mind—
Bang!
Boom!