Roman's heart raced as he turned to look at the strange figure in the distance. It was unmistakably the shadowy figure that had attacked him at the villa. Its form was indistinct, shifting like smoke, with glowing white eyes fixed on Roman and his companions.
Bianca tightened her grip on Roman's arm, her voice trembling. "Roman, what is that?" she whispered, fear evident in her eyes.
Roman took a deep breath, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew they couldn't stay here. "Get back in the car," he said urgently, his voice firm.
Without waiting for a response, Roman summoned Shizen, his katana gleaming in the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above.
He held it ready in a defensive stance, his muscles coiled like a spring, prepared to strike or defend at a moment's notice.
