Noah's mind shifted into overdrive, every neuron firing with calculated precision. The white lines were still there—chaotic, overlapping, promising death from every conceivable angle. But now he was learning to read them, to find the microscopic gaps in Kruel's overwhelming offense.
'Pattern recognition is key. Even chaos has rules if you look deep enough.'
[Combat Analysis: Active]
[Threat Assessment: Updating in real-time]
[Recommended Strategy: Adaptive guerrilla tactics]
Lucas blazed forward in his soul form, electricity crackling around his translucent frame. His approach was textbook—feint high, strike low, keep the pressure constant. But Noah could see the white lines shifting, converging on Lucas's trajectory like hungry snakes.
"Lucas, abort! Roll left!"
