For Nihil, walking here is torture. The thick, pure Blessing aura feels like a physical pressure, making it hard to breathe. He moves like a ghost, his dark cloak blending with the shadows of the grand architecture. His destination: a towering black basalt monolith at the heart of the district, a windowless building that seems to devour all light. The Inquisitorial Fortress.
He arrives at the outer perimeter. A plaza gate guarded by two guardian golems and a faintly pulsing holy energy shield. This is the first defense.
[Activating: Aura of Silence]
[Aura Capacity: 40/40 -> 39/40 (per minute)]
A thin layer of nothingness envelops him, dampening his existential footprint. He slips past the golems' sensors, which remain motionless. He places his hand on the energy shield. His Void power passively nullifies the holy magic at the point of contact, creating a momentary gap just wide enough for him to pass through.
