Tether

The ground still smelled like blood.

Seul exhaled slowly, adjusting her stance. Her fingers twitched at her sides, knuckles already scraped from their earlier fights. The street was broken and uneven, lined with jagged cracks and scorch marks from Joon's blasts.

And now this.

Two more enemies.

A woman with string-like tendrils dancing around her fingers, watching them with sharp, predatory eyes. And a guy who looked like he could bench press a truck, arms crossed over his chest, body encased in a faint, translucent glow.

Seul could still feel the sting from punching his barrier.

Her shoulders ached.

She rolled them out, gritting her teeth.

It wasn't fair.

Not for Chul.

He'd barely started to find his footing again, and now these people — these bastards — were back to rip it away.

She glanced at him.