Sibyl activated fully.
The shift was immediate—the Sovereign Eye going to maximum in a single instant, the silver of his irises brightening, the vertical pupils sharpening to precise lines. The read speed climbing to its absolute peak. The strength enhancement fully engaged.
He's going to try to close it, Jelo thought. The fire compression and the Wing Burst repositioning and the varying coverage—he's spent more than he planned. He knows the fight isn't decided. He's committing everything to decide it before the drain becomes a problem he can't manage.
Which means the drain is already a problem he's aware of.
Good.
Sibyl moved fast.
Faster than he had moved in the entire fight—the reflex amplification at full activation producing a different quality of speed, not just quicker but smoother, the fluid motion of someone whose movement was being processed and optimized in real time by something operating faster than thought.
