Chapter 15: The Nameless Sovereign’s Tomb [3]
Doran’s smile didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and danger.
"So, you do know me, huh."
I didn’t answer right away. My heart was still hammering in my chest, but not from fear.
From recognition.
The name Phantom Thief wasn’t just some urban legend whispered in taverns or plastered across bounty boards. He was real. And I’d seen the signs: no footsteps despite the dusty floor, not a single creak in that old armor, and somehow sneaking up on me—me—without triggering any alerts.
"But really, my name is Doran. That’s the truth."
I narrowed my eyes, not buying it.
"I heard you were caught by the Duke of Voss."
He gave a smug little shrug. "Escaping from their clutches was easier than you’d think. You, too, should learn how to slip out of a full-body restraint. Comes in handy—more often than you’d expect."
He escaped from the Duke of Voss’s facility?
Even in the game, that place was infamous—one of the most twisted, labyrinthine escape routes ever designed. Most players just gave up and restarted their runs. And yet here he was, standing in front of me, smiling like he’d just strolled out the front door.