With Betty by my side, we advanced towards the building.
Reaching its walls, we kept our backs to them and approached the entrance. Here, Betty raised her gun, holding it tight, a silencer already attached to it.
"Can you see what's happening in the building?"
This was a surprising question from Betty, considering she had been silent all this while about my sensory ability, especially since the air on the ground floor was weakly diluted with nature energy, something I hadn't picked up until we got close.
"Its concentration is far too weak to even be called nature energy."
Still, though, I believed this weak concentration was enough to act as a jammer and weaken sensory abilities.
I believed my capability in this building was what Betty was trying to assess.
"Well, all this can only be true if my assumption of what's happening is right." I reasoned.
"The range of my ability has been severely hampered, but I'm good," I lied.
