As Volk steadied himself, brushing the last bits of fading light from his vision, a realization hit him.
The blonde man was gone.
Really gone.
And not just a regular disappearance.
The sensation he felt — the disorientation, the intense light — it all pointed to teleportation.
Volk frowned, scratching his chin.
How was he supposed to hunt down a man who could just blink out of existence like that?
His jaw clenched in frustration, his eyes narrowing as he replayed the scene in his mind.
His system didn't give impossible missions — that much he knew.
There had to be a way to track that arrogant little prick, but how?
Then, as if reading his thoughts, a new screen flickered to life in front of him, its blue hue casting a soft glow on his face:
DING!
| Host has unlocked a new ability: Universal Growing Language. |
