"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.
His hand reached for the hilt of his sword, and in one smooth motion, he drew it.
