Reaching the end...

"You—why are you here?"

The other Riley didn't answer immediately.

Instead, he tilted his head slightly, a faint, almost bored smirk playing on his lips.

"Questions can be answered later,"

Before I could react, he moved.

He dashed toward me like a raging comet, his body blurring with impossible speed.

In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance between us, his aura-coated fist glowing with an ominous, writhing energy.

-SWOOSH!—

Instinct took over.

I dodged by a hair's breadth, his fist slicing through the air where my head had been just a moment ago.

The sheer force of his punch created a gust of wind that rustled my hair and sent loose debris scattering across the sanctuary floor.

If I hadn't moved… my head would've been obliterated.

But he didn't stop.

The moment his punch missed, he twisted his body with unnatural fluidity, his movements a masterclass in efficiency and precision.