Dren strode down the metal hallway finishing his class, boots clanking against the rune-lit floor. His face twisted with irritation.
Dren slammed the door to his private laboratory shut.
His breath was uneven—half excitement, half spite.
"Tch… that old man, that bitch Mira, and that new bastard Zane whenever I think of them it makes me angry …" he muttered while pacing. "Let's see where they are now."
He crossed the dim workshop, filled with rusted cages, shattered runic plates, and a faint metallic smell of blood that never really left the room.
At the center sat a black globe, faintly pulsing with purple veins.
Dren placed his hand over it.
At once—
The world inside the sphere lit up.
His lips curled.
Through the globe, he saw exactly what Grom was seeing.
Thanks to the parasite.
Originally, only his superior—the one who granted him the Abyssal metal—could use this surveillance.
