The air inside Nyx's inner world was already trembling from the aftershocks of their last clash. The pitch-black arena still shimmered faintly from where Alex's final strike had fizzled against Nyx's blade — and before the dust could settle, Nyx moved.
No words. No warning. Just a sudden, impossibly sharp step forward that shattered the silence like glass.
Alex barely registered her blur before his instincts screamed move! He twisted his torso just as her sword whistled past, the force alone ripping the air into a sharp current that stung his skin.
"Again?!" Alex's grin was tight, almost feral. His muscles screamed from the last fight, but his heart was pounding with an addict's need — the thrill of trying to bridge that impossible gap.
Nyx didn't answer. Her eyes glowed in the void like distant stars — cold, sharp, and ancient — and in the next heartbeat she was upon him again.
