I watched from the safety of the car as Caspian Kane faced Elder Wei. The contrast between them was stark—Elder Wei in his battle stance, muscles tensed and ready, while Caspian stood casually with his hands still clasped behind his back.
"Last chance," Elder Wei growled, his weathered face twisted with annoyance. "Step aside or die."
Caspian's expression remained unchanged. "You bore me."
What happened next occurred so quickly I nearly missed it. Elder Wei lunged forward, his fist carrying enough force to shatter concrete. Caspian sidestepped with fluid grace, moving just enough to avoid the strike. In the same motion, his hand shot out, fingers extended in a rigid formation.
There was no dramatic explosion of power, no flashy display of energy. Just precision. His hand pierced Elder Wei's chest with surgical accuracy.
