Ethan paced the length of his private balcony, his jaw set in a tight line. He was frustrated. His Lux Point reserves were practically non-existent—every single credit had been drained to pay off the wave of mercenaries who had flooded Royal HQ with the severed heads of Celestial and Scavenger generals. According to the internal ledgers, only the two Ancestors remained at large. They had vanished from the face of the earth.
"Any luck, Crul?" Ethan asked, his voice low.
[ I have exhausted satellite surveillance, Master, ] Crul replied, her holographic form flickering with data streams. [ They are avoiding all technological hubs. I suspect they are hiding in deep subterranean caves or dense, unmapped forests. To locate them, I require more ground nodes to penetrate the earth's crust. ]
