Silas moved first.
The moment Galan's weapon cleared its sheath—the instant before violence became inevitable—Silas activated his Speed Enhancement core and vanished.
He didn't activate his Sense Fade core—not yet. That advantage was better spent when the battle truly began. What carried him forward instead was raw, enhanced velocity, hurling him from his position into the deeper shadows of the medical bay in the span of a blink.
Only after he passed them did Sense Fade whisper into place, layering itself over his motion. Minds stumbled trying to follow where he'd gone. Awareness lagged. Memory frayed. By the time his absence registered, the moment of departure had already slipped away, unformed and forgotten.
There one moment. Gone the next. Was he ever there at all?
"Spread out!" Bright ordered.
