Azathoth went forward, tearing through the void in pursuit. His speed split the air, and in moments he reached the place where Ryu's presence had last flared.
But the spot and sourrounding was empty. Just a plain greenland.
The air still trembled from Dragon's energy signature, but there was no dragon in sight. No scent. No heartbeat.
Azathoth's eyes narrowed.
This was not mere concealment.
Ryu had slipped beyond his reach entirely—vanishing into a different dimension.
The devil's claws flexed, and a ripple of black-crimson mana distorted the sky. "So… you think you can hide from me? Let's see how long can you hide. "
Meanwhile, inside the Fusion Lab, Ryu's gaze remained locked on the image of Azathoth's still form beyond the dimensional veil. His brows were drawn tight.
"This bastard… truly tenacious. I swear, I'll make you suffer exactly as you made me suffer," he muttered, sweat tracing down his temple.
