The train yard was a cage of light and steel.
The Inquisitor, tangled in the heavy iron nets, struggled for a moment.
Its movements were like a cornered snake—fast, fluid, and filled with a cold, alien grace.
"We have him!" Grak roared in triumph, swinging his massive axe down in a brutal, crushing arc.
The axe was aimed to pulp the trapped creature into a bloody mess.
But it never landed.
The Inquisitor did something impossible.
Its body seemed to... dissolve.
It flowed like liquid shadow, slipping through the thick ropes of the net as if they were made of smoke.
Grak's axe slammed into the empty ground, shattering the concrete and sending sparks flying.
CLANG!
"What?!" Grak bellowed in disbelief.
The Inquisitor reformed a few feet away, standing perfectly still. The silver ma
