The hidden chamber inside the concealment barrier trembled.
The ghostly voice had echoed as if whispered by death itself—and before Constant Baron-5 or Baron-9 could react, the barrier rippled like disturbed water.
A cloaked figure had already stepped through.
It was Jacob.
He stood silently at the edge of their formation, relaxed, his aura nonexistent. There was no pressure, and yet Constant Baron-9 screamed and stumbled backward, her face behind the hood pale as bone. "H-how did he breach the Concealment Array?! That was a legendary-grade veil!"
"How?!" Constant Baron-5 barked. Earth energy coiled around his arms like bands of ancient stone, trembling slightly as if even the planet beneath them feared the intruder.
A flick of red light pulsed behind them.
