Destin Saint watched the avatar's every move.
He had interfered with its attempts to contact its main body, monitored the changes in its spatial anchors, and carefully guided the catastrophe toward the point where the avatar would be unable to resist Undead Skyfall.
Yet he had not accounted for something, and throughout the confrontation, Immortal Nimrod had been remarkably cautious.
Even as his avatar was dragged toward the black hole, even as Eternal Grave began marking every new spatial anchor, and even as Destin Saint's dagger repeatedly disrupted his escape attempts, he never truly abandoned his caution.
All in all, he had been struggling to survive, but he had also been protecting something.
Destin Saint's invisible gaze narrowed. 'Was that why he kept diverting his remaining Void Authority toward his chest?'
