Chapter 175: The Phantom's Escape
The Blackbark Oubliette was suffocatingly quiet.
Inside the damp, wooden cell, the invisible ghost stood perfectly still. Draven maintained his grip on Nyx's left shoulder. He reached his right hand through the narrow gap in the thick, living wooden bars, clamping his fingers firmly onto Lucien's shoulder.
He had both of them.
Outside the cell, Interrogator Theseus waved his glowing rod of light, barking a harsh command at the heavily armored Elven guard down the hall.
"Unlock the door," Theseus ordered bitterly.
The guard stepped forward, a heavy ring of iron keys clinking against his emerald armor.
They were out of time.
Draven closed his eyes beneath his invisible hood. He completely bypassed the failing, fragile constraints of his middle-aged human body and tapped directly into the absolute depths of his core.
[Void-Step]
There was no chanting. There was no glowing magical circle.
