"And here," Valeria murmured, voice low,
"the final piece aligns… yet something feels… amiss."
Richard's frown deepened.
"Amiss? I see nothing irregular."
Her gaze swept the room, calculating, sharp as a blade, before settling on Dellaetrix.
"Not visible to ordinary eyes," she said, lips curling faintly.
Dellaetrix's hand clenched the air where I crouched.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said firmly, voice low and unwavering.
"There's no one here. Absolutely no one."
"Do you think so? Oh my, let's see..."
Valeria's eyes flickered toward the projection, sensing a presence… subtle, almost imperceptible, yet unmistakably real.
Her eyes then narrowed as she studied the projection, her fingers hovering above it.
"You see," she said slowly, her voice calm but deliberate,
"every living body emits a faint, specific magnetic signature. Invisible to the eye, inaudible to the ear — but tangible to those who know what to look for."
