He'll handle it

Deep within the Supreme Abyssal, Shadow Nine and Calderon were still struggling with their sense of direction.

As they bickered, Shadow Nine glanced down at his treasured, albeit crude, map.

Something was different.

A detailed, three-dimensional map had replaced the rudimentary scribbles.

Shadow Nine beamed, nodding proudly. "See? My mapmaking skills are top-notch!"

Calderon leaned in, studying the map.

A red X marked a specific location: Nathan's remains.

Shadow Nine tucked the map away, confidently choosing a direction. "Let's go!"

"You idiot!" Calderon snapped. "You can't even follow a map. Did you fill your head with rocks?"

Shadow Nine: "..."

His lack of direction and inability to read maps was a closely guarded secret.

Unlike other Guardian Shadow members, Shadow Nine was a genuine shadow, born from Nathan himself.