"It's a shame, really."
Adrien's voice echoed with a calm disappointment, his figure hovering in the vacuum of space as if he were no more than a shadow.
Then he moved.
No—he vanished.
CRACK!
Rey barely had time to process the sound before Adrien's fist crashed into his face like a collapsing star. His body was hurled backward, slamming into an unseen force before rebounding toward Adrien again.
A kick found his side this time, snapping the air from his lungs and sending him flying off-course.
"You're too predictable, Rey," Adrien said, his voice devoid of hostility—only cold certainty.
Rey steadied himself, wiping a streak of blood from his lip as he floated in the void.
Adrien's strength… it was absurd.
"You've been fighting too long with restraints. Let me show you what it means to be free."
Adrien raised his arm—and the very fabric of space twisted.
