The Advent of ELEKTRA!
Mid-strike, frozen no longer. The glass crunching under my boot gave way with real friction, not static mold. Raindrops touched my cheek—cool, sharp, and alive. I shifted my weight, turning my right sai slightly in my grip, testing the balance of genuine muscle and steel. Down below, shadows flickered between fire escapes. A quiet breath parted my lips; the lethal leap had just begun.
1 Nauk
