The street was dead quiet. An abandoned stretch of cracked asphalt, hollow houses staring back with broken windows, weeds creeping out of the gutters. Perfect training ground—no one to peek, no one to scream when things got strange.
Liam stood about a hundred metres away from Vanessa, his hands tucked into his pockets. His voice came through the comms, calm but direct.
"How far can you teleport now?"
Vanessa raised her wrist to her mouth. Her voice carried a hint of pride. "Before it was fifty. Now? Somewhere between one-fifty, maybe two hundred."
Liam gave a slow nod. Not bad. Not bad at all.
The night air felt heavy, still. He bent his knees slightly, wings snapping out from his back. They spread wide, each beat stirring dust off the cracked road. With a single push, he launched himself backwards, slicing through the air until he landed about two hundred metres farther down.
Now the distance between them stretched to three hundred metres.
