Shen crossed his arms, his tactical mind already working.
"What about her weaknesses?"
Solon's bronze eyes glinted with something that might have been respect.
"Sharp question, General. Lady Qian's precision is also her limitation—she rarely adapts when conditions change unexpectedly."
"Meaning?"
"She plans every move three turns ahead. Disrupt her rhythm, and she struggles to recover."
Rui's spirits lifted immediately.
"Oh, I can definitely be disruptive."
"That's what worries me," Shen muttered under his breath.
Solon clapped his hands together, the sound echoing through the crystalline space.
"Enough strategy talk. The Customization Forge awaits, and I suggest you use every moment wisely."
He gestured toward an archway that pulsed with warm, golden light—a stark contrast to the cool crystal surrounding them.
"Remember, Team Chaos—tomorrow's course will test more than speed. The Frostwind Peaks demand respect, preparation, and perhaps a touch of madness."
