The tunnel leading into General Kassius's fortress was dark and narrow, the walls damp and slick with age. Pyris moved silently, his every step deliberate. Behind him, Mira followed, her presence barely a whisper in the void, blending effortlessly with the shadows.
The air was thick with the ancient-like magic that protected the fortress, and Pyris knew that any misstep would alert the entire estate yet he seemed casual as he was a master when it came to such things.
Magic traps and wards? His company made them, unless it was something purely magic and with no technology, something only witches perfected in!
Reaching into his cloak, Pyris pulled out a small, shimmering crystal, its surface dark and swirling with unknown energy—the Void Matter. Pyris had designed it himself, an artifact capable of absorbing mana present in anything and deflecting energy, perfect for bypassing the complex magical defenses of the fortress.
