With no one nearby watching him, Ethan moved through the forest darkness, feeling the impatient urge for combat course through his body. He pulled his pistol from the inventory, prepared the magazine, and, with a sigh of resignation, pulled out one of the blue spheres and squeezed it.
His hands began to turn transparent, blurring against the air. There was no time to lose, so he sprinted toward the cabin. The guards outside heard strange noises—crunching branches, the sound of hurried boots—and spun their heads around, their flashlights cutting through the night, but saw nothing. Ethan ran, taking advantage of his imperfect transparency and the darkness to slip undetected inside the cabin.
Once inside, Ethan walked the first floor. The cabin, despite its imposing size from the outside, was deceptively simple inside: a single, vast space with high ceilings that gave it a luxurious, open appearance. He found neither guards nor any indication of a second floor.
