It didn't take long to find out where Han's crew was. The Guild's training hall—apparently one of the doctors advised them to train their bodies or whatever.
The point is he now knew where they were and could move forward with the next phase of his plan.
Once he got to the hallway leading to the Guild's training hall, he lifted a hand. The gesture sent out a wave of frost, creeping across the walls and latching onto every surveillance camera.
A clench of his fist made the ice seep deeper until the cameras shut down simultaneously. He smirked, shoving his hands back into his hoodie pockets.
He halted in front of the metal door of the training hall. He's only been here a couple of times himself since he transmigrated. The past Ambrose came here less.
[You sure you want to go on with this?] Aura asked for what felt like the umpteenth time. [Because once you step into that hall there's no going back.]
