Earlier, while chaos tore through the town, Nyx had been watching.
Enjoying every second of it.
Eyes glued to the display from dozens of hovering drones, he watched with a childlike fascination as the mutants fought the giant monstrosity that had once been Phantom V.
They'd coordinated surprisingly well - blades, explosives, speed, and blood, all striking in rhythm. He tilted his head, eyebrows raised, as the mutants moved with a level of synergy most field teams took years to master.
It was enthralling.
Each had their own strengths and roles, and Kai was far from being the centre of their team.
Yet even in the background, he still stood out to Nyx.
The way he wielded his blood - its versatility, the instinctual creativity behind it - it was beautiful. Not polished or refined like a trained ability user, but raw, wild, and alive.
It only made Nyx more obsessed.
He leaned back in his chair, tapping a gloved finger against his cheek. "Fascinating…"
