Leo's smile faded into a cold, razor-thin smirk.
"So, you've learned some new tricks," he said, his tone almost amused. "Let's see how long you can keep up, Julian Deaw."
Julian didn't bother replying. His eyes flashed, deep indigo bleeding into streaks of lightning as the storm above them thickened. He raised one hand and the air behind him split open, his inventory roaring to life. Bombs, blades, and strange mechanical canisters shimmered into existence, orbiting him in precise gravitational rings.
Leo squinted, sensing the shift in mana.
"Ah, clever…" he muttered. "You're using spatial compression as a summoning medium. Not bad."
Julian flicked two fingers forward.
"Let's test your analysis speed, Shithead."
