Chapter 90: The Blueprint
The biometric scanner on the pristine vault door blinked with a stubborn, glowing red light.
'It was designed to open only to the genetic signature of its creators, or as the novel's plot originally dictated the blood of the destined Hero.'
Draven had neither.
He placed his bare hand flat against the cold metal alloy. He closed his eyes.
He didn't push raw mana into the door. That would trigger the internal lockdown.
Instead, Draven pushed a hyper-concentrated, microscopic sliver of Vector Manipulation directly through the steel casing.
He felt the physical forces holding the heavy locking pins in place. He felt the tension of the internal springs.
'Reverse,' Draven commanded.
He forcibly shifted the kinetic vectors of the internal mechanism.
Inside the door, solid steel pins were violently dragged backward against their own locking grooves.
CLACK. CLACK. CLACK.
