Another of the Thorne agents dropped face-first to the ground, knocked out cold by Fex's relentless assault. The battle, which had begun only a few minutes ago, had already turned utterly one-sided.
Fex moved with unnerving precision, striking each opponent with deadly efficiency. His timing was impeccable—dodging at just the right moments, summoning his beast with perfect coordination, and integrating his powers in a way that left his enemies helpless. He was like a ghost in the battlefield—untouchable, calculated, and terrifying.
Despite the various powers his enemies possessed—illusions, physical enhancements, dangerous counter abilities—it was as though Fex had studied them beforehand, as though he knew exactly what they were going to do and how to break through it.
He was a force they had severely underestimated.
