Jovian stepped forward again.
Slower this time.
More deliberate.
Vital Mirage stayed close, its movements controlled instead of aggressive.
"…Explain it," Jovian said.
Voss looked at him.
"You're already experiencing it," he replied.
That wasn't helpful.
Jovian exhaled. "…Then I'll figure it out myself."
He moved again.
But this time—
He didn't attack immediately.
He observed.
Every movement.
Every shift in pressure.
Every adjustment Voss made.
And then he saw it.
Not clearly.
Not completely.
But enough.
"…You're not reacting to us," Jovian said slowly.
Lucien glanced at him. "…What?"
Jovian didn't look away from Voss.
"You're deciding before we move."
Silence.
For a second.
Then—
Voss smiled faintly.
"…Exactly."
That was the gap.
Not speed.
Not strength.
Decision.
Voss wasn't keeping up with them.
He was already ahead.
Every move they made—
He had already accounted for it.
Jovian's expression hardened.
"…Then we break that."
Voss tilted his head slightly.
"How?"
Jovian didn't answer.
Because he didn't know yet.
But he would.
He had to.