Ebipade appeared in a burst of light, his aura shimmering faintly as he materialized on the side of the road. His arrival was abrupt but graceful, the energy around him settling like a ripple in a calm lake. The dim headlights of passing vehicles cast fleeting shadows across his face, revealing the hardened set of his jaw and the fierce glint in his eyes.
The cool night air whipped at his clothes, the fabric fluttering slightly as he stepped forward onto the edge of the asphalt. His sharp gaze scanned the horizon, taking in every detail—the distant hum of engines, the faint rustle of leaves, and the subtle tension in the air that spoke of danger lurking nearby. His usually calm demeanor was replaced by a quiet intensity, his lips pressed into a firm line.
