The blow was coming. Kael's final strike, a fist heavy with power, aimed with brutal precision at Nathan's face. Every muscle in Nathan's body felt the tension, the impending crash of pain—but then, something else surged within him, a force vast and untamed, tearing through the walls of his mind like a flood breaching a dam.
And just as Kael's punch sailed forward, Nathan's world exploded in a brilliant inferno.
The room flashed white-hot, filling with a blaze so intense it seemed to scorch the air itself. Kael stumbled back, momentarily blinded, arms thrown up against the searing light and heat. When he blinked his eyes open, adjusting to the sudden calm that followed the burst, he froze.
Nathan was gone.
