Zen exhaled slowly. The red recording indicator in his retinal display had flickered out, meaning the stream was officially dead. No one was watching this anymore.
"You shut it off," Nyx said smoothly.
"I had to," Zen replied. He gripped his sword tightly. "You made a very loud entrance. My viewers don't need to see the Spymaster dropping into a low-tier zone."
"I like to make an impression." She tilted her head. Her purple eyes locked directly onto his face. "You look terrible. You were struggling with a basic C-Rank hybrid. Your mana core is clearly still broken."
"I handled it just fine," Zen argued.
"Barely."
The metal ground beneath them shook violently. The steel grating groaned and snapped under their feet.
"The zone is collapsing," Zen said. He looked up at the cracked ceiling. "Killing the boss destabilized the spatial anchor in this room."
"Then let us leave," Nyx said smoothly. She reached out and grabbed his arm with an iron grip.
