Anthony's figure reappeared within the aircraft, his Presence Concealment ability fading the instant he emerged.
Dale spoke the moment he saw him, "How did it go?"
"They've all been implanted." Anthony replied curtly, without turning.
A wide grin spread across Dale's face, one that looked ready to shake headquarters itself with an art known as Explosion.
"Let's begin," Anthony said, his voice composed and flat.
He offered no account of what he had witnessed within the Forsaken Cult's base. Speaking of it to his teammates would change nothing. He had already decided to handle it alone.
"Be ready," Anthony said once more, his voice brisk, yet commanding, before vanishing in a streak of motion, reappearing above his aircraft in the blink of an eye. With a mere thought, a radiant orb materialized in his hand, pulsing faintly with condensed power.
He applied the slightest pressure, and the orb fractured like glass.
