Heena leaned back against air as there is no back panel of chair , closing her eyes as she mentally replayed the image of that empty rooftop. Even though she hadn't seen anyone, and even though the System's sensors insisted the air was clear, that strange, prickly sensation refused to leave her skin. ''Well, whatever,'' she thought coldly. ''Paranoia keeps people alive. I just need to be careful.''
Instead of chasing phantoms, she forced her analytical mind onto the glaring logical fallacies of the night.
How the hell did an ancient royal possess a spatial transportation device? If this were a high-fantasy cultivation world or a realm of sorcery, she wouldn't blink. But this world operated strictly on the laws of steel, muscle, and military aura. Then again, the Seventh Prince was a Regressor. If he had looped through time countless times, he might have uncovered hidden, ancient anomalies or relic sites that the current era had entirely forgotten.
