Zayne stiffened, his blood running cold. Had he been compromised already? He held his breath, forcing every muscle to stay perfectly still, a statue in the darkness.
The shadow stared toward Zayne for a long moment before muttering to himself and looking away.
"Strange. I could have sworn someone was watching me."
Zayne let out a long, silent breath of relief. The observer had not seen through the cloak; it was just a lingering trace of professional instinct. It seemed the invisibility from Absolute Nullity was reliable enough to deceive even high level hunters.
With a clone serving as a decoy back at the Ward estate, Zayne was finally free to focus on leveling up.
As he moved away, he could not help but marvel at Astrachior's foresight. His master had predicted exactly what kind of trap he would find himself in.
