Chapter 92

The temporary relocation zone outside the Serenitea Pot before dawn was as dead and silent as ink. Only the wail of the wind sweeping through the gaps in the prefabricated panels could be heard, along with the low, heavy hum of the barrier walls in the distance enduring the erosion of the Abyss. Keqing stood in the shadow of a warehouse, her purple eyes sharp as lightning in the dim light. Behind her, Cyno’s Matra squad was like a panther blending into the nocturnal scenery, the elite armor of the Millelith gleamed with a cold, hard light under the faint elemental lamps, and Yelan’s intelligence operatives had long since silently severed all possible communication routes inside and outside the target building. "The evidence is irrefutable." Keqing’s voice was lowered to the extreme, yet every word was like iron. "The confidential letter points directly to him. That Akasha Terminal is inside, and Emilie’s report has locked down the source of the toxin. If we drag this out any longer, Pantalone’s eyes and ears won't sit idly by. Move out!" The final syllable fell, breaking the silence like the quiet before a thunderclap.