General Varrus did not shout. He did not snap. He simply stood at the center of Sector 3’s command hub, watching the carnage in Hangar Gamma unfold on the holographic displays before him."Report on the status of Anomaly 07-Chaos," Varrus commanded.Varrus was a middle-aged man with a face carved by relentless discipline. He wore a crisp white uniform adorned with shimmering silver medals. His Level was 25, yet his true power lay not in muscle, but within the cold machinery of his mind.A uniformed aide, Captain Reyna, reported sharply. "The Praetorian units failed to secure a lock on the target. Snipers were neutralized by a thick steam shroud. He is currently fleeing through Drainage Conduit B-7. We have activated Mana Scramblers in the vicinity."Varrus gave a subtle nod. "A tactical error, Captain. Never hunt a rat inside a labyrinth of pipes. He is a rogue; he expects violence. He thrives in it."He tapped the screen, pulling up Kai’s data stolen from the Iron Guild archives. The

Bound by the weight of General Varrus’s psychological feints, Kai knew he could no longer rely on standard logic. The Tactical Data he had pilfered from the Communications Station was merely bait; he had to find the **forbidden** information—the secrets Varrus himself kept buried.Kai’s new target: **The High Command Tower.**If the Communications Station was the sector’s ears, then the Command Tower was its brain, the sanctuary where Varrus stored his most classified stratagems.Kai sheathed his **[Twin Daggers]**. He couldn't afford an open engagement with Varrus’s legions; he had to employ his true expertise: infiltration and the sowing of discord. He retreated into the ventilation tunnels, moving through the shadows to evade the Omega-4 patrols that marched in seamless formations, guided by the very false data Varrus had fed him.[STATUS: Dampening Field Active. Chaos Strike Critical Probability: 15% (Extremely Low).]"I don’t need luck to be invisible," Kai whispered.He reached