Hearing those words, Ash felt a flicker of disappointment.
"And to think I was dying for a fight with you not long ago," he said, shaking his head before casually reappearing among his women.
Vane swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus on the group before him.
'Who… who are these people?'
Before, he had assumed Ash was simply another talented anomaly — one of many he'd encountered through the Mark of Weaver.
But seeing so many beings whose power he couldn't even sense, let alone measure… it filled him with a dread far deeper than anything that had ever chased him.
"Fight me?" Vane scoffed weakly, waving a hand as if brushing off the fear clawing at his spine.
"You'd have more fun inside the Mark of Weaver… assuming you've found one."
Ash rolled his eyes.
He could read Vane like an open book.
But he hadn't come here for a fight. As Elysia had said — this man was the key to the other Organisms.
