Monitor 6: A man in a gray blazer with sharp features leaned forward.
He murmured with interest, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Interesting… There's someone at that level on Vorpal Basket? I thought only Lucas and Ethan were threats."
He sat back, crossing one leg over the other, lips curling into a faint smirk.
"I should keep an eye on that one. If he can do that under pressure, he's got more than instinct. He's trained."
In Monitor 8: A loud, unfiltered laugh rang out.
"AHAHAHA! To think your experiment is getting outshined by these so-called 'ordinary' humans you kept brushing off!"
The man was in his early 40s, broad-shouldered and clad in a deep maroon suit with gold cufflinks. He spoke like a man who'd seen war and now enjoyed chaos as comedy.
"This is pure entertainment, Greg! You couldn't have scripted this better!"
Highblood scowled from Monitor 9, but before she could retort, Greg's voice cut through—calm, but with an edge.
