CHAPTER 10:- fierce battle

The moment the flash bang detonates the blinding white light bathes the warehouse, tearing the shadows away like fragile paper. Calon seizes the moment, heightened hearing zeroing in on the figure's precise movements amidst the chaos. He draws his pistol, unleashing a desperate hail of bullets towards the spot where he senses the attacker moving.

But the figure is a blur of motion his mastery of his ability rendering him a phantom. His form flickers, shifting between patches of remaining darkness as if the light itself cannot hold him. The katana in his hand flashes in the artificial sun, it's arc fluid and purposeful, deflecting most of the bullets with expert precision. The few that come close to finding their mark are dodged with an elegance that borders on the impossible, his body weaving through the danger with unnatural speed.

Calon's heart pounds as his ears pick up a sudden shift in the air pressure behind him- too late. The shadows twist, folding around the figure as he reappears just out of Calon's reach. Before Calon can pivot, the katana strikes in a precise flurry.