There was a beat of silence.
Then Fengya slowly tilted her head, fixing him with a slow, lazy glare.
"You're telling me," she said flatly, "that even with my poison in her bloodstream — actively tracking her core — you still haven't found her?"
The man flinched. "She… she must be suppressing her abilities. Hiding her resonance completely—"
"Of course she is," Fengya muttered, almost to herself. Her tone dropped like ice. "She's clever. But not that clever."
Her fingers tapped again. A vein pulsed faintly at her temple.
"She can't run far in that state," she said finally. "And she can't stay hidden forever. So stop waiting for her to pop up like a stray cat and start hunting her like you mean it."
Another masked subordinate stepped forward. "Do we expand the search to the next ring?"
Fengya leaned back, expression unreadable. "No. She'll move soon. I want her found before she does. And if even it's her plan to attack me directly..…"
