The hooded man's robes fluttered lightly in the misty wind, and a strip of dark cloth concealed most of his face.
Even from such a vast distance, his gaze followed Lin Mu's retreating form with quiet disdain.
"A failure," he muttered under his breath, his tone filled with disappointment. "Such a waste of resources. It was supposed to last longer… to wipe them out."
He reached into his sleeve, pulling out a thick jade talisman marked with intricate violet sigils. The faint glow of the runes illuminated his masked features for a moment, revealing sharp eyes devoid of empathy.
"I'll have to report this," he said flatly. "The others will not be pleased."
With a flick of his wrist, the talisman glowed in a burst of light, surrounding him in a haze of distortion. The mountain wind howled as the figure vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a few drifting snowflakes that melted as they touched the scorched ground below.
