The second gaze came from none other than Overlord.
The A.I. Chip Clone's analysis was unburdened by emotion. His eyes, glowing faintly with divine circuitry, processed every possibility, every variable, every potential outcome.
From a purely objective standpoint, the situation was dangerous.
His wariness had nothing to do with xenophobia. It was logic—cold, precise, and irrefutable.
The refugees in the damaged fleet were exactly what they appeared to be: weary, wounded Vikings fleeing tyranny. Overlord's scans detected no one above the Guardian Tier, aside from the handful of Legendary Vikings standing before them. In theory, that meant they could easily be contained and safely integrated within the Xaos Kingdom. There was plenty of land, and the Kingdom had more than enough resources to support them.
But the true danger lay elsewhere.
