Chapter 87 : The Soulcraft Edge

The data shimmered across the projection screen.

Profiles.

Combat footage.

Interviews.

Speculations.

Dirga sifted through it all—names, stats, affiliations, and brutal footage of each seeded fighter in action.

Each clip was worse than the last.

Blazing infernos. Imploding minds. Choirs of death. Monsters wrapped in human flesh and something far worse wrapped in illusions of beauty. And still—he watched.

One by one, he dissected their movements. How they opened a fight. How they ended one.

Then he filtered through their abilities. Not just what they did—but how they thought.

"…Already started scanning them, huh?" Sasa's voice came from the far end of the long dining table, muffled slightly by the half loaf of spiced flatbread stuffed in his mouth.

Dirga didn't respond. He was still watching a slowed replay of Irmadax melting through a fortress wall—with himself.