Right now, Lucien was in the East Liberator main branch.
He wore a black robe that blocked probing, tracing, and most ordinary forms of spiritual identification. It was the same kind worn by Shadow and the puppets under him.
Lucien found it unexpectedly comfortable. The concealment built into it made the whole thing feel less like clothing and more like permission to exist without being watched.
He had already registered it into his Craft feature.
If he gathered the right materials later, he could reproduce it for his own people.
In the end, Lucien had decided to come with Seraphine.
Part of it was simple curiosity.
He wanted to see the location the system had shown her. He wanted to know what the Primordial Slime had left behind for the Liberators, and why the same message had never reached him.
When he had asked the system directly, its answer had been short and deeply irritating.
[Not applicable.]
