"This isn't reflexes anymore… it's rhythm."
'My heartbeat is syncing with the corridor. Every ricochet has a sound, every sound a path. I just need… to move where silence remains. And where silence dwells… a shadow follows.'
A sudden thought struck Morca as he activated his Blank skill. He vanished—just for a moment—then reappeared further down the corridor. His movement was so swift, so seamless, that neither the observing instructor Ania nor Maya noticed. But someone did…
Morca knew the moment he disappeared – the Sense swept through the elongated corridor, brushing past like a predator searching in the dark.
Still, it didn't distract him. A small smirk crept to the side of his lips.
'They'll only have some doubts. Nothing to worry about. I've shown worth – so at most, they'll be curious.'
With flawless precision, he evaded the glowing orbs. Some passed directly through him – yet touched nothing but shadow. The monitoring system didn't flag them. It couldn't.
