Kaelen moved like liquid smoke. He didn't bypass the lasers; he timed his heartbeat to their flicker. When he reached the Iron Curtain, he didn't try to break it. He used a gravity-anchor to pin himself to the ceiling, crawling over the field’s blind spot.
There was no struggle. No epic duel. Just the faint hum of the monomolecular blade cutting through the air. Knife Strife Insta Kill
The blade took Vane before his neurons could even register a threat. It was a perfect Insta-Kill: a single, silent puncture that bypassed the shield, the armor, and the bone. Vane’s glass hit the floor, shattering in slow motion, but by the time the liquid splashed his boots, Kaelen was already out the window. The Aftermath Kaelen moved like liquid smoke
In the neon-drenched underworld of Sector 9, the name wasn’t just a rumor—it was a death sentence. He used a gravity-anchor to pin himself to