Looking at Duke, Bruce felt something shift in his assessment.
He'd known Duke was powerful. Everyone knew that. The head of the Adventurer's Guild didn't hold that position through politics alone.
But there was a difference between knowing someone was strong and watching them suppress SSS-class threats from a battlefield so cleanly that a nine-kilometer perception field of Life Glance couldn't even detect their life force.
Spatial Lock wasn't just overpowered.
It was invisible. And in the hands of someone like Duke, patient, precise, operating with decades of strategic experience, it was the kind of skill that redefined what the word "threat" meant.
Bruce looked forward again, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
The head of the Adventurer's Guild, indeed.
The Everwhite Abyss stretched endlessly ahead, and somewhere within its depths, the Core trembled, and the rulers of this frozen world were beginning to stir.
