BOOM.
The sky cracked.
Jordan was flung sideways, crashing through a floating cliff that shattered on impact. Pieces rained down like meteors. His body skipped across the air like a stone on water before he caught himself mid-flight, flipping and hovering.
He touched his chest—again.
"Okay…" he muttered, glancing at his fingers like they weren't his. "What the hell was that?"
Below, Adam floated lazily in place. One hand still raised, palm open. No dramatic pose. No glowing eyes.
Just stillness.
Jordan narrowed his gaze. The air around Adam shimmered. Space itself looked wrong. Like someone had dragged a paintbrush across reality and smudged the edges.
"Cute trick," Jordan said, wiping blood from his lip. "You break the rules now?"
Adam shrugged. "I am the rules."
Jordan snorted. "Arrogant much?"
He blurred forward—straight at him—arm cocked back, ready to break something important.
But he never reached him.
Mid-dash, the sky bent sideways.
Literally bent.
