She didn't hesitate. All twelve telekinetic weapons unleashed a fierce barrage at the shadow entering the room almost simultaneously. At that moment, the dark cloud solidified, and a psychic shield unfolded—but it wasn't a sturdy barrier. It was a swirling vortex.
Within the vortex, a cold shimmer swept up the dense barrage of blaster bolts and silently dissolved them into nothing. Yet the telekinetic weapons remained steadfast, continuing their assault. Though small, each concealed a reactor within, capable of releasing an endless supply of power.
The intruding psychic knew that if this continued, he'd be preparing to die before the armored guards outside could rush in. He sprang into motion. Before his afterimage had even faded, his real body was already hurtling toward Taina Morn at the far end of the room, moving too fast for the eye to follow.
But before his attack could touch the reporter's back, he quickly retreated to his original position, drawing two lightsabers to deflect the blaster bolts shooting toward his face.
He really was a top-tier stealth expert and defensive fighter, but even his shield had ultimately shattered under the enemy's relentless barrage. Now he could only use his lightsabers to parry the dense fire, leaving him in a wretched state.
Even so, he shouted, "I was just the first to discover what was happening. At least three more Rangers are on their way! Put down your weapons! Ma'am, surrender to us—it's better than surrendering to those black dogs in the Internal Security Force! You and your people will receive humane treatment. I swear it on the spirit of the universe. I swear it on the emblem on my gauntlet!"
It was a young voice, and one that sounded oddly familiar. Taina turned her head and saw a handsome, square-jawed face, full of