"At the end of the day, you can't keep him locked up here forever."
Standing on the balcony of the manor, Master Black spoke calmly. His hands rested behind his back, posture relaxed, eyes fixed on the glowing pad hovering before him. The faint blue light washed over his dark robes as the footage played.
The video had been captured from high above the mountain. It showed Enzo standing alone against five sanctified weavers from Weavetech, the terrain around them torn apart by violence. Every movement was clear, every impact heavy.
It was unsettling to watch an exalted overwhelm so many sacrificed. Their formations broke too easily, their power crushed without ceremony. The scene forced an uncomfortable question to surface.
Just how strong had Enzo become.
"Yeah…" Master White exhaled softly.
The truth sat heavily in his chest. No matter how safe the manor was, no matter how controlled the environment, Enzo could not remain hidden here forever. Isolation would only dull him.
