On the screens before him, a deluge of data flowed in a chaotic stream of Cyrillic text, grainy combat footage, and translated news reports that he had been meticulously scouring for the past three hours.
His eyes, sharp and unblinking, traced the timeline of a woman who shouldn't have existed in this era, yet was making waves that threatened to drown the established order of the Russian player community.
He murmured to himself, his voice a low rasp that barely disturbed the air, questioning how a woman who had seen the absolute depths of the Abyssal Monarch's cruelty could simply reappear and start over in a frozen wasteland half a world away.
The deeper he dug, the more the patterns began to emerge from the noise, revealing a trail of destruction and efficiency that was far beyond the capabilities of any modern S-ranker.
