He brushed away the dirt and narrowed his eyes, a faint smirk curling on his lips.
"Ivy… she is a strange one. It would be better if she touches the ring. As long as she does, I will know whether she is a danger to me."
A sudden ripple passed through the air. He closed his eyes, tilting his head as if sensing distant movements. When he opened them again, a cold flame gleamed within.
"They've started to move," he murmured. "Truly… it is time for me to take action as well."
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Two figures slowly slipped out of the SiIvy base, their steps almost soundless against the cracked ground.
Once outside, they drifted toward the military base, moving with a calm confidence that contrasted sharply with the chaos around them.
A faint smell of rot and dust lingered in the hot wind, carrying the distant groans of wandering zombies.
Every few meters, a figure lunged toward them, but the pair dispatched each one with such precise movements that onlookers could only stare in awe.
