Asher stood with composed stillness, his gaze sweeping over the devastation he had unleashed. His eyes moved swiftly, examining each fallen assassin ensnared within the radius of his attack. None had survived. Without another glance, he began to turn, he couldn't afford to remain here any longer. He needed to move.
But, the moment his head shifted, a massive claw tore through his vision with terrifying speed. Before thought could intervene, Asher's body responded instinctively, Instinctive Adaptation ignited once more. His spine arched fluidly, bending backward until his body aligned parallel to the earth beneath him.
The wind screamed as the claw cleaved through the space where his head had just been, the deafening rush slamming against Asher's eardrums. He didn't hesitate. Even before the echo had faded, Astra surged to his feet, and his figure blurred, vanishing from the spot as he widened the distance between himself and whatever had just tried to take his head.
