Stepping onto the air, he magically vanished - teleporting into the underground market below that was unfortunately unaffected by the array.
With his arms wrapped behind his back, he slipped through the patrol guards of the ruins, his movements so quiet and skilled that he would be mistaken for an assassin or ninja.
Despite being able to see, he would always be able to sense a patrolling guard ahead of time, always shifting his direction of movement in microseconds.
He would then find himself standing in front of a deep hole that led to the underground warehouse, at a time when there were no guards surrounding it.
Dropping himself down into the underground warehouse, which felt more like a sauna, he landed softly with injury, as if he didn't fall hundreds of feet down and merely stepped off a step on a stair.
After walking and wandering around a bit, he finally stumbled upon a group of masked men; they wore grey and jagged cultish masks.
And they seemed to be...
