Predator stopped.
The tendrils remained in place for a moment, then slithered back into the dark—shffft~—melting into the walls as if the room itself swallowed them.
Kasanda dropped.
His body hit the concrete with a dull thud~, echoing once before fading. His chest rose and fell in uneven jerks.
Blood pooled beneath his knees, dripping from fresh punctures along his thighs and arms. His face was half-covered in grime and red streaks, one eye swelling shut.
He tried to lift himself. Couldn't. The muscles in his arm gave a weak tremor before folding.
Still—he didn't look away from Predator. His one good eye stayed fixed forward, not at the figure exactly, but past it. Searching the dark. Searching for Abraham.
Predator's shape solidified—a ripple pulling the black together until he stood whole. Gold traces slid faintly across the skull pattern of his mask, the faintest glow brushing his outline.
He stared down at Kasanda, silent.
