Chapter 112: The Atmospheric Vice
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Draven stepped through the glowing portal and entered the fourth floor.
The Shadows.
It was a pitch-black stone labyrinth. There were no lights. There was no sound. The air was stale and heavy with dust. To a normal Vanguard student, this was a terrifying sensory deprivation trap designed to induce panic.
Somewhere in the dark, six Phantom Assassins were moving toward him. They were entirely invisible, cloaked in high-tier Vanguard stealth magic that erased their heat signatures and muffled their footsteps.
Draven did not bother looking for them. He simply activated his Microscopic Perception.
The darkness faded away, replaced by a hyper-detailed view of the kinetic world. He could not see the assassins, but he could see the oxygen molecules being displaced as they breathed. He saw the microscopic dust particles being crushed under their invisible boots.
He tracked all six coordinates instantly.
