Yu Xi met her gaze, steady. "Understood." She smiled, just barely.
He stood before the mirror, the soft blue light casting a cool sheen over his gear. His infiltration suit clung to him like a second skin, woven with psi-conductive threads that shimmered faintly.
He holstered his weapons with precision: three whisper-sharp daggers and two compact plasma pistols, their cores pulsing with restrained energy. He was ready.
He approached the floor-to-ceiling window, the city lights of the capital glittering below like a sea of stars golden, scattered and endless. Yu Xi stood still for a moment, letting the silence settle into his bones. Then he took a breath, steady and deep, and activated his psychic field.
In an instant, he vanished with no sound or shimmer. Just poof, gone.
