The second wave came in hard.
Drones shot out of the rising mist like wolves, sleek frames clicking over the cracked pavement, sensors blinking red under the dim training lights. They weren't basic anymore. These moved with real tracking, real speed—advanced behavior code. Close to live combat.
Lucian didn't blink.
His eyes stayed half-lidded, calm, hands loose at his sides.
One blink.
He moved.
A flash of blue light and he was gone from his spot—[Fold Step]—reappearing behind one of the incoming units. A clean arc of compressed force cracked across the drone's midsection. No wasted motion. No sound. Just metal splitting open and sparking as it hit the floor in two twitching halves.
Lucian turned before it hit the ground.
He didn't break pace. Slipped forward again, each step light, deliberate. Two more drones tried to flank from the side. His finger twitched.
[Spatial Knot.]
