Anark's presence became so deeply embedded within the fabric of reality that he was indistinguishable from the flow of time or the expanse of space itself. Even Masters of the Flow—beings capable of perceiving distortions in existence—would have been unable to detect him. It was the perfect concealment, and exactly what he needed to ensure his infiltration remained unnoticed.
When he entered the capital of the Judgment Day Kingdom, he did not act immediately. Caution defined every step he took. Instead of advancing recklessly, he remained at the outskirts, carefully observing.
Before him lay a prosperous domain.
Tens of thousands of Curse Eaters lived within its boundaries, their presence forming a dense yet orderly network of life and power. Anark did not merely glance at them—he studied them. He observed how they moved, how they interacted, how they trained, and how they lived.
Because one could learn a great deal about a ruler… by studying their people.
