This array was far beyond anything Han Yu could fully comprehend, but he noticed there were certain patterns that flared brighter when touched by light — likely a detection mechanism.
Under the cover of darkness and with the help of the Shadow Melding Robes, he might just be able to slip through.
He took a deep breath.
With a soft push, he eased the heavy door open just wide enough to squeeze through.
No alarms sounded. No lights flared.
Heart hammering, Han Yu darted out into the cool night, vanishing into the gardens without a trace.
Behind him, the vault door silently swung shut once more, as if he had never been there.
Han Yu slinked through the night like a ghost, keeping to the shadows and narrow paths between the buildings. Every creak of wood, every rustle of leaves, made him tense, ready to flee or hide at a moment's notice.
