Chapter 88 : Not As Prey

Dirga leaned against the balcony, the low twilight of Sector A washing the city in shades of amber and iron.

The air here was quieter, less soaked in chaos than Sector X, but the stillness didn't bring peace.

He was thinking.

He had two weeks before the Hell Roulette.

Enough time to grow. But how?

More fighting in the Gemspire Ring?

Tempting. He could keep rising through the ranks, earn more Devil Gold, stack his name higher on the board.

But with every match, eyes followed. Cameras. Speculation. Records.

Too much exposure.

Dirga wasn't arrogant. Not yet.

Not when he knew what kind of monsters waited at the top.

He wouldn't be stupid enough to hand his enemies a front-row seat to his abilities.

He pulled the Ortheva ID card from his Jacket and flicked it open with a thumb.