Isaac spotted it - the vault buried deep beneath the manor, locked away from casual access. He released the phasing, and Sven crumpled to the cold metal floor, gasping for air as the world solidified around him.
"I'll never get used to that shit," Sven groaned, clutching his stomach. He looked a shade paler than usual. "It's like being dead, but alive, and violated by walls."
Isaac chuckled under his breath. He was fine - better than fine, actually. The more he used his abilities, the smoother they became. The phasing, the flight, the Phased Vision - it all flowed naturally now.
In hindsight, it was funny that he'd never thought to use them this way until his training with Kai.
When Isaac turned his gaze forward, even he had to stop for a moment.
The armoury wasn't just large, it was ridiculous.
