As Umbra and Zhor continued their conversation, the silence of the void between them grew thick. Zhor's gaze flickered as he spoke, his voice low but steady. "I guess it looks real," he began, watching Umbra carefully. "Everything I did to you, the acting. it actually worked for a little bit. Your professionalism, your skill, all of it. they bought it."
Umbra's expression did not change, but inside, he knew the weight of the words of Zhor. The acting had been part of their plan-fooling the ones who had been watching, keeping their strategy alive. But as Zhor continued, his tone grew darker.
"They will eventually catch on, though," Zhor said, his voice taking on a somber edge. "They can see into infinite possible futures every second. Eventually they'll see the outcome that we've set up. It's only a matter of time."
