Jin exhaled, adjusting his grip as the dust settled. The battlefield had changed. Echo didn't just attack—he shifted the entire fight.
Massive walls of jagged earth and cracked asphalt now separated them from the rest of the battlefield, splitting the once-open space into distinct sections. It was subtle at first, but Jin quickly noticed the advantage—this wasn't just an attack. It was a battlefield reset.
And the one who pulled it off?
Echo.
Jin turned, finding him standing nearby, rolling his shoulders like he hadn't just literally reshaped the ground beneath their feet. His breathing was a little uneven, but his grin was intact.
Jin stared. "You planned that?"
Echo snorted, still catching his breath. "Kinda."
Jin narrowed his eyes. "Bullshit."
Echo smirked. "Alright, fine. Half-planned. Happy?"
Jin exhaled, shaking his head. He was about to call him out again—until a flicker of movement caught his attention.
