Liam pursued the two fleeing assassins through the sky, maintaining a precise distance that kept them perpetually within his sight but never quite catching them.
It was deliberate stalking, the patient method of a predator who knew his prey had nowhere to go and that no sanctuary that could protect them from what was coming.
The assassins flew at their maximum speed, their movement techniques burning through spiritual energy at an unsustainable rate. They wove through the air in desperate patterns, employing every evasion tactic they'd learned through years of assassination work.
None of it mattered.
No matter which technique they activated, no matter how much spiritual energy they poured into their desperate flight, Liam remained exactly where he wanted to be.
