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Protocol flickered across Orion's mind, lines of light threading through his vision. Each line carried a sequence: steps, weight, rhythm, heartbeat.
Three distinct signatures.
He traced them as he moved, gliding through the forest's edge without effort. The air was still, soundless except for faint echoes of motion ahead — short bursts of breath, muscle tension, shifting gravel. His senses outlined the scene before he arrived: five fading mana residues. A recent fight.
They'd finished their opponents.
His steps didn't make a sound when he appeared behind them.
"Whoever caused all this noise must be pretty confident," he said lightly.
All three turned at once.
