Wang Chen exhaled lightly, his expression once again settling into cold composure.
Another problem solved.
Another secret kept.
And another dangerous piece added to the board under his control.
Wang Chen's eyes lingered on the horizon for a long moment, as though he were still tracking something far beyond mortal sight. Only after a single slow breath did the tenseness in his shoulders ease, and a faint sigh left his lips.
"I can't keep up with his speed at all," he murmured. "If it weren't for Doomclock's aura clinging to him like a shadow, I might not detect him at all."
It wasn't self-deprecation. It was a clear and honest assessment.
