The mansion’s barrier didn’t look like anything.
That was the terrifying part.
Denise pressed her hand to the glass again, watching the attacker outside strike at the invisible wall like it might eventually give in.
It didn’t.
It only reacted.
Subtle ripples spread through the air each time it hit—like reality was acknowledging pressure, then refusing to break.
Denise stepped back slowly.
“This is impossible,” she whispered again, but now it sounded like habit more than disbelief.
Below, the courtyard was chaos.
Not messy chaos.
Controlled chaos.
Liam moved through it like he already knew every outcome before it happened.
Another body hit the ground.
Then another.
The attackers weren’t weak.
She could see that much.
But they weren’t… matching him.
They were reacting to him
