The clone didn't wait.
The very moment Riley's smirk appeared, it vanished once more, its figure blurring through the air like a phantom made of darkness.
It moved with terrifying speed—cutting through the space between them in an instant.
But this time, instead of attacking from the front, it swerved to the side at the very last moment.
Riley's eyes widened.
"—Tch!"
The clone reappeared just beside him—its body low, its fist cocked back with terrifying force.
Then—
Whoosh!
It threw another punch—this time aimed directly at Riley's head.
The air cracked around the blow, a brutal gust of wind slamming into Riley's face even before the punch connected.
He gritted his teeth.
He could feel it.
The cold edge of death—pressing against his skin like an invisible blade.
This punch wasn't like the others.
It was meant to kill.
One mistake. One misstep. And he was done.
'Now!'
"—Charge!"
The word echoed in his mind.
And in the span of a heartbeat—
