Ren jumped near the entrance and bypassed the final stretch of the descent entirely.
Channeling his control over his own mana infused materials, he mentally forced the armored entrance of the vault to split open before his boots even hit the ground. The heavy steel plating, wood and stone obediently retracted the instant he willed it.
Yet, his internal meridian system was still catastrophically overloaded.
And that huge surcharge left a footprint.
It was not a subtle trail... He was bleeding an ethereal signature so intensely massive, so far beyond the standard scale of output, that it cut through the small space exactly like a distress flare fired into the dead of night.
Anyone with a modicum of magical perception would have felt it immediately; the primordial purple parasite near him detected the spike with absolute clarity.
