Chapter 16
The city skyline blurred under the early morning haze, the streets below buzzing with life unaware of the chaos brewing above. I adjusted my gloves once more, feeling the familiar tingling on my fingertips—the quiet reminder that one wrong touch could end someone's life. Lethalium coursed through me like a river I had learned to navigate, and yet... controlling it outside the Labyrinth was always more complicated.
"Aren't you nervous?" Viveron's voice came through my earpiece, soft yet teasing.
I glanced at her on the adjacent rooftop, hair catching the weak sunlight, eyes scanning every possible threat. "Nervous? Maybe a little. But... I've handled worse." My voice was calm, but my heart skipped when I noticed her smirk.
"Handled worse?" she raised an eyebrow, her tone teas
