Alright, let's start..
Ash thought as he stood at the edge of the large warehouse, the place where the slave section had begun. The air was heavy and cold, filled with the faint metallic scent of chains and iron.
He was dressed in the same outfit and mask he had worn when entering the auction house, though his coat was now reversed. Over that, he drew a black cloak, its fabric thick and shadowed, meant to hide every bit of information about him that could be traced.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Ash steadied his breath. His mind went quiet as he began calculating routes, escape paths, and the exact sequence of moves he would take.
Every second mattered.
He had to collect everything and delay alerting the security for as long as possible.
Thanks to Snow's help, the layout of the vaults was already clear in his memory. He could teleport directly inside them with precision. The only problem was timing—he had to make sure he did not alert the guards too early.
