A Lesser Crawler emerged from the building entrance ahead—a grotesque monstrosity, that had the look of a quadrupedal hunter with an attuned build for killing.
His spatial foresight tracked the creature's motion before it fully emerged. Danger sense added a microsecond of warning—which was more than enough.
He was still new to teleportation, but practice was the fastest teacher.
His body displaced three meters sideways. Not because he needed to evade—this threat didn't demand it—but because repetition kept the skill sharp.
The Crawler lunged at the space Bright had occupied, finding nothing, exposing its flank to a counterattack.
Bright's katana extended to its full four-meter reach, the blade finding throat of the creature with surgical precision, ending the threat before the Crawler could recognize its error.
Too easy, Bright thought, already moving forward.
