Max's gaze swept over the patrols circling the corridor like hounds chained to duty. Their footsteps rang steady against the steel-tiled floor, their aura flaring faintly—peak Mythic Rank guards, deadly enough that one mistake could see him undone.
But Max only sneered, a calm curve tugging at the corner of his lips. Fear wasn't part of him anymore.
He shifted his weight lightly, letting his body melt into the blind spot of their rotation. There, pressed against the shadows beside a sealed cell above Lenavira's, the angle and overlap of patrol arcs cloaked him completely.
Even if he dropped his invisibility now, not a single guard's sight would cut into his corner. It was as though the very stones of the obelisk had swallowed him.
But Max wasn't about to test that recklessly.
His fingers dipped into his storage space, drawing out two rune papers. Kneeling low, he pressed his palm against one, his blue soul force seeping into the paper as his hand danced with rune brush.
