As Agent X watched the chaos unfolding below, a sudden sensation prickled at the back of his mind. It was a feeling he knew all too well, an instinct honed through years of battles and the peculiar sensitivity to those of his bloodline. Someone was near—someone closely connected to his lineage.
Out of the blue, a whisper reached his ears, chilling and laden with malevolence. "I see, you must be my great-grandson. Why don't you die and allow your elder to take the marks you have acquired?"
Before he could fully process the words, Agent X felt an overwhelming force behind him, like a void threatening to consume him. Acting on pure instinct, he ignited his hell flames and leapt away, somersaulting through the air. He landed on the ground far from his ship, only to find the same void-like palm inches from his face once more.