Chapter 68: The Traitor's Ledger and the Boom Squad
The Cult of the Eternal Eclipse was paranoid, and rightfully so. Their primary safe house in the deep slums of District Four was rigged to be an absolute death trap.
The corridor leading to the underground office was laced with pressure-sensitive floor tiles connected to corrosive acid sprayers.
Invisible tripwires hovered at ankle and neck height, designed to trigger a localized collapse of the ceiling.
For a normal Vanguard Knight, infiltrating this hallway would require a team of master thieves and hours of delicate rune-breaking.
For Draven Mordis, it required a casual stroll.
Draven walked directly down the center of the hallway.
He did not duck. He did not tiptoe.
His hands were stuffed lazily into the pockets of his dark jacket.
Blank Canvas was active.
To the physical world, to the magical sensors, and to the lethal traps, Draven simply did not exist.
