You would have thought that Aya would have cried or sobbed after being flung through the air by Grohanva,, but she didn’t.
Her breaths came sharp, ragged—but controlled. Her dark eyes glimmered with fury and defiance, not fear. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to rise despite the pain in her back and shoulder.
The other women gasped and shuffled closer, some holding her, some glaring at Zero, silently asking him to act.
Zero watched them all, heart pounding. He could feel the weight of their fear, their desperation, pressing down on him. And yet… he hesitated.
He still didn’t fully understand himself. Not the nanotech in his arm, not the sharpness of the blade it could produce, not the full extent of what he was capable of.
What if he struck too soon? What if his power, uncontro
