From a hidden, warped area he had formed with his Intent, Colonel Thorne watched as the boy played with his Concept and his friends. He was about to leave while mentally noting that the boy was good, but not exceptional, when the boy’s methodology changed.
Suddenly, the boy did something that shouldn’t be possible at his Tier and experience.
He quickly brought up a profile on the boy, and was about to set up an offer for army recruitment and personal tutelage, when his body froze. It wasn’t an attack, but an overwhelming pressure of a greater cultivator. It was a second later that his spirit cried out a warning that a monster was looming over him with jaws wide open.
His instincts gained in countless battlefields over his last nine thousand years in the army cried out for him to flee, b
