Chapter 327: The Hall of Held Breaths (2)
Massive granite blocks hung just inches from his face. The rusted edge of a falling iron beam hovered directly over his shoulder. The margin of error was zero. A single misstep, a single uncontrolled stumble, would feed enough kinetic energy into the field to trigger a lethal rebound.
Sweat beaded on his forehead. The freezing air did not cool his skin.
Step. Erase. Step. Erase.
He moved like a ghost. He took an hour to cross two hundred feet of stone. His mana reserves drained at a rapid pace, burned away by the sheer concentration required to maintain total physical stillness.
He reached the far platform. He stepped off the bridge and released his grip on his own vectors.
He let out a long, heavy exhale.
The air around him did not strike back. He had crossed the hall.
The far platform was wide and circular. It was carved from smooth obsidian.
In the exact center of the dark stone sat a raised pedestal. A figure rested on the seat.
