Max stepped out of the obelisk with the same quiet grace he had entered with, his every movement measured and controlled. The air outside felt thinner, freer—yet he knew it wasn't safety. Not yet.
Still, a faint breath of relief escaped his chest. The most difficult part was done. Escaping was easier than infiltrating, since he already knew the path out. The placement of the guards, the locked doors, the rune checkpoints—all imprinted in his memory.
All he had to do was retrace his steps with patience, slipping into blind spots, pausing for long minutes at times until the guards opened the heavy spiritsteel doors with their fingerprints. His Three Dimensional Body mapped their movements flawlessly, guiding him out without a trace.
