I detected Zurako's Demonic Essence signature accelerating westward at velocities exceeding forty-seven meters per second, trajectory diverging from Endia's Grave at a thirty-two-degree angle.
The displacement rate indicated deliberate retreat rather than tactical repositioning.
I catalogued this behavioral pattern as 'flight response following combat superiority establishment'.
"In the end, that bitch just ran away."
Direct engagement scenarios had been successfully circumvented through opponent withdrawal.
Optimal outcome achieved.
"No, I can't let this end…"
This conclusion felt incomplete.
I accessed the cognitive pathways of my host, parsing through the archived memories now available through our shared neural interface.
The reconstruction process had granted me unprecedented access to Mesmer's experiential database—every fragment of trauma, every manifestation of desire, every symbolic construct she had built to rationalize her existence.
