The veils parted in his vision, layers of magic unraveling like threads in a tapestry, revealing the underlying structure of energy flows and deceptive constructs.
Colors shifted, hidden wards glowing faintly, the entire galaxy a web of mischief he could navigate with ease.
Without bothering to wait longer, he bypassed everything, ensuring he could never be eliminated by tweaking the energy control.
A subtle manipulation a twist of shadow and will rerouted the illusions around him, rendering him untouchable, a ghost in the machine.
He found a hiding place no one could bypass, a pocket of warped space tucked behind overlapping illusions, cool and silent, the scents of grass and mana fading into nothingness.
And then he exited the battlefield.
Yes, much to the speechless surprise of everyone else, Aaron exited the battlefield.
