Chapter 6001 Detected
- The trap he sketched was spare—only what the moment demanded—but every joint locked exactly where it would hurt an intruder most.
- It cared nothing for killing. Delay, scramble, isolate—that was the edge he needed.
- He siphoned the rich wood and earth breath of the grove, folding it into the lines of chaotic force until the forest itself seemed to breathe unevenly.