The white lines were everywhere.
Noah stared at the faint, spider-web traces of light that surrounded Arthur Kaine, his enhanced vision picking up dozens of potential death trajectories. Each line represented an attack that could kill him—not wound, not disable, but end his life completely.
'I haven't seen these since Kruel.' The four-horned Harbinger whose casual missed punch had shattered an entire mountainside. The same creature that had held its own against Nyx himself.
Arthur Kaine was operating at the same threat level as humanity's greatest nightmare made flesh.
"I can tell you're scared," Arthur said, his voice carrying across the chamber with casual confidence. "Those innate senses of yours are probably screaming warnings right now, aren't they?"
Arthur began walking closer, his movements fluid despite the death sentences written in light around him.
