Damian ran as his boots hit pavement, cracked rubble and shattered glass across the roads. Above him, the protective spheres floated through the night air.
Blood kept running down his face, but he didn't slow down.
'There should be more shadow council members… Only S ranks wouldn't come…'
Macro Vision activated with a thought with his perception expanding outward.
The skill was quite taxing for his current mental capabilities, but stopping wasn't an option.
Not when assassins could be anywhere.
Movements registered at the edge of his eyes, sharp against the chaos of fleeing civilians.
Three figures on a rooftop maybe four hundred meters away, their hands moving as they raised weapons.
'Snipers… B ranks based on the Aura signatures…'
Not powerful enough to threaten him directly, but–
'Their target is Elizabeth's sphere…'
His hand shot out mid-stride as Telekinesis wrapped around concrete chunks scattered across the street, pieces rising into the air towards his hand.
