Chapter 87: The Arena's Echo – (Not all monsters are born in dungeons. Some are forged in classrooms.)
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And from that ripple, a man appeared–seemingly born from the void between dimensions.
Mentor Gray. (Emmett Lee disguised)
His boots made no sound as he landed on the black tile. His gray eyes scanned the area, sharp as razors yet weary with irritation.
His gaze hovered over the exact spot where the gate had just dissipated.
"Hmph. Teleportation interference protocol didn't even trigger… must be one of those underground fools," he muttered, brushing an imaginary dust from his coat sleeve. "Always so proud of their tech. Thinking they can sneak past the supernatural path anytime they wish."
His voice was calm, but edged. Calculated fury beneath practiced stillness.
He tapped his wrist device.
A flat screen hovered beside him, then projected a diagram of UCv1's villa zone.
He narrowed in on one pin.
Villa 12 – Occupant: Tyler Sherman.
