Asher and the Knight moved away from the boy, leaving him safely against the wall. The hallway ahead was long and dark, lit only by emergency red lights. Everything was quiet again—too quiet.
The Knight glanced at the speakers. "He's watching us."
"I know," Asher said.
They walked forward, their footsteps echoing through the steel corridor. Every few meters, cameras turned to follow them. Asher ignored them completely, but the Knight kept glaring at each one.
After a minute of silence, the Venos man spoke again—his voice shaky, but full of hate.
"You think you've won something? All you did was break a tool. I have more."
Asher didn't respond.
He just kept walking.
"That boy was useless until I fixed him!" the man continued. "He was trash. Weak. Now I'll make a better one. A stronger one. One you can't save."
The Knight clenched his jaw. "He's mad."
"No," Asher said softly. "He's scared."
