CHAPTER HUNDRED AND NINETY - FIVE - CONFRONTATIONS.

As Alvarez’s footsteps fade, the instructor stands there, eyes fixed on the path his former ally had just taken. Then, like a thunderclap, a sinister laugh erupts from his throat, a sound that fills the cave with malevolence. The noise echoes and reverberates, bouncing off the walls, the instructor’s mirth lingering in the air. When the laughter finally ceases, the instructor calls over his shoulder, his tone as cold as ice. “Zigger.” The air seems to solidify as Zigger’s footsteps approach, the air between him and the instructor thick with tension. “What does that old fool think he knows about me?” the instructor asks, his voice dripping with scorn. “Nothing, Master,” Zigger replies. “He thinks only what he sees—a monster.” The instructor chuckles again, this time a low, predatory sound. “He will think I am coming to kill him, won’t he?” The instructor asks, his voice like silk. Zigger nods. “Yes, Master. He thinks he’s turned your own weapons against you.” The instructor’