Wi walked down the hallways of the inn. From the outside, the form of everything was already grand and imposing, but somehow it felt even larger from within.
There was something particularly eerie about the silence of it all. Every room was so perfectly insulated that they were like their own world, and that left the hallway with nothing but the sound of Wi's steps…
If his steps had made any noise at all, that is.
As the assassin that he was, this was the bare minimum level of control that Wi had learned long ago as a Bronze Mancer. Now that he was a Dome of Heaven expert, it was like he glided on clouds as he moved.
This wasn't because he was truly flying. The fluctuations of Mana that would be caused by something like this would leave him more exposed than if he just walked normally to any expert that he would actually have to hide his presence from. Though Theron certainly wasn't one such person, Wi had no intention of shirking on his usual habits.
