Kushu nodded.
"Night Watch possesses a great deal of sealing technology from past eras. Shinto and Asakusa have been rooted in this land for over a thousand years; they may have seen Selen decades ago as well. And Constance holds an ancient secret rite capable of temporarily stitching spatial rifts shut.
But the Pacific Ocean rift's expansion has already been tested. He is still falling.
But what about the most crucial link: the Gravekeeper?"
The assistant caught the deeper meaning in Kushu's words and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"The Gravekeeper vanished tonight.
The observation fault appeared for only an hour. After that, we could no longer detect any related energy-frequency fluctuations."
"Monitoring a fifth-tier transcendent as powerful as me is beyond your capabilities. That is normal."
Kushu tapped the armrest.
"Continue according to the plan.
If this fails again, the data we have collected will be sufficient.
Contact Arthur Gray and Ivan Vasilyevich for me."
"Uh...
I don't know either of the two people you mentioned."
The assistant took a step back.
Kushu stared at him for two seconds, then merely added in silence:
"Connect me to the sixth seat's [Eroding Pact] and the third seat's [Miscalibration].
Do you understand now?"
But in the end, Kushu still shook his head.
The reporter beside him suddenly began showing signs of rapid aging until he died completely.
He collapsed to the floor, his face a horrifying blank expanse.
"A Faceless One who infiltrated this far and is still so unprofessional is truly rare."
As a former grandmaster of life spiritual cores in Onmyodo,
he considered himself rather mild-tempered compared to the other current Zero-Sum Game executors.
Except for that blind man, [Severed Tracing—Zhao Yanci].
But he paid it no mind and merely looked toward the others in the hall.
"Remember