"Bait?"
Cain's eyes sharpened, his muscles tense as he glanced toward the mangled corpse of Osiris. The revelation sank like ice into his veins. Someone had seen through his veil. Someone had noticed the pattern in his killings, despite his careful measures to erase every trace of his presence.
In the Second Realm, he had operated freely, hunting and vanishing before anyone could react. But this was the Third Realm—a place where only cunning monsters survived. Strength alone was never enough here.
The fact that an enemy had pieced together his movements was troubling, but what disturbed him more was how.
"How did you know I'd come here?" Cain asked, his voice level. He doubted the masked creature would answer, yet it was worth trying.
To his mild surprise, Black Mask inclined his head slightly, as if humoring him. The voice that emerged from behind the featureless mask was calm, smooth, and ancient, carrying the kind of weight that came from millennia of control.
