Zero's Perspective
The corridor seemed to shrink to nothing but breath and bloodlust. The torchlight guttered under the weight of the wardens' auras, and for a fleeting moment, Zero wondered if the air itself sought to smother him. His grip tightened around his blade. Every instinct screamed at him to strike first, but his body refused haste.
The right warden lunged first. No wasted motion, no theatrics—just raw, lethal speed. His wings beat once, a violent snap that sent him blurring forward like an arrow. Zero met him halfway, steel ringing out as his blade intercepted claw. The impact shuddered through his arm, numbing his wrist.
Strong… stronger than what I expected
The warden's grin widened, eyes gleaming in the torchlight. "Not bad."
