Determined not to miss out on the action, Linsley headed straight for the men's restroom. But before stepping inside, he paused, a sly grin crossing his face.
"Can't go in looking like this," he muttered.
With a swift motion, he activated his identity distortion ability.
While his physical appearance remained the same, his clothes shifted, morphing into the sleek, shadowy attire of Phantom Reaper—the mercenary assassin.
"Much better," he said, glancing at his new outfit.
His dark, foreboding presence now matched the alias he had become known for.
With a smirk, he whispered, "Intra Ineo."
A flash of darkness enveloped him, and in an instant, he vanished from the supermarket, entering the chaotic battlefield dimension where the real action awaited.
…
The battlefield dimension was like a mirror image of the real world—an eerily quiet reflection of the city, devoid of its usual life.
