Lein moved first.
He didn't leave room for those noble-style power displays—empty rituals wrapped in polite words to disguise bloodthirsty intent. If they truly had what it took to capture him, they would've done it already. Not waste time spewing theatrics like some holiday marketplace magician.
From within his spatial ring, Lein drew an artifact: the Indigo Dimensional Fan.
A surge of deep blue light erupted from his palm. It was blinding, forcing the two men before him to instinctively reinforce their defenses. The space between them warped, trembling like soaked fabric torn by force.
FWOOSH!
Spatial wind roared out.
Rinzek was yanked backward—his body flung like a puppet with its strings cut. He reached out, trying to grab Silus, who still stood calmly in place.
"Captain!" he shouted.
But Silus didn't move. His eyes remained calm as he watched Rinzek get pulled away, encased in a transparent barrier and launched dozens of meters from both Lein and Silus.
