The man on the screen glared so hard the edges of the display warped.
His voice came out sharp and shaking with pure hate.
"You stole everything I built! Everything I protected!"
Asher didn't flinch.
He just tilted his head slightly.
"You shouldn't have left it lying around then."
The Knight shot him a sideways look. "You're not helping."
Asher shrugged. "I'm not trying to."
The man on the screen slammed his fist against a console. Sparks flew behind him.
"You think this is a game? You think you can walk into my facility and take my life's work?!"
Asher calmly fastened the storage pack over his shoulder.
"Already did."
The screen flickered violently.
For a moment, the man's face twisted—like he was barely holding himself together. Veins bulged in his neck. His eyes turned colder, darker.
"You… will die for this," the man whispered.
Asher wiped some dust off his arm.
"You're welcome to try."
The man leaned closer to the camera.
