To the naked eye, the sheer, white marble wall of the Grand Cathedral was completely empty.
But a keen observer might have noticed a strange, shimmering distortion moving slowly up the side of the stone, like heat rising off a summer road.
Inside that distortion, three figures clung to the wall, suspended hundreds of feet above the heavily patrolled courtyard.
"Keep your breathing steady," Elena whispered, her voice barely a vibration in the dense pocket of air surrounding them.
Sweat beaded on the High Elf's forehead. Her right eye, magnified by the silver rim of the Photon Lens, glowed with intense focus.
She was maintaining the [Vacuum Shroud] over all three of them, spinning the ambient air so violently that the holy magelights illuminating the Cathedral simply bent around their bodies.
"I'm steady," Lukas replied softly. He had jammed the thick, adamantine claws of his Magitech Gauntlets into the mortar between the marble blocks, serving as an anchor.
