Chapter 58: The Perfect Hunt
’A perfect hunt ends before itbegins.’
That was the first lesson Velren had learned from the wolves. Not through words, but through experience—watching, studying, understanding. The essence of the hunt was never in the chase, never in the thrill of pursuit. It was in the moment before. The moment when the prey still believed itself safe.
And right now, he was the hunter.
The moment the cloaked figure arrived—let’s call it Cloaky—its movements had been unnatural from the start. Precise. Robotic. It landed with eerie fluidity, scanning its surroundings with calculated efficiency.
Its gaze swept over everyone. Eterna, Mikhail, Solenne. Analyzing. Measuring. Preparing.
Except Velren.
Why, you ask?
Because the moment that Cloaky had erupted suddenly onto the scene, Velren had immediately activated his Eidolon Veil in an instant.
’If they do not see you, you do not exist. If they do not sense you, you are alreadydead.’
Not invisibility. No tricks of the light. No illusions. Just a state of being—not there. His presence faded, his existence was slipping through the cracks of perception itself. And Cloaky, this thing that erased everything thrown at it, did not even register him.
His Echo worked on this bastard. That makes it the second time today.