Chapter 207: 8 th Floor [1]
Gideon's lips curled into a slow, wide, chilling smile. It was the first time I'd seen him look genuinely excited, not just anxious or curious.
He understood the profound, disturbing utility of my order. I was asking him to weaponize the Tower's own history against a living team.
"A pre-set decay field," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.
"Targeting their lungs and mobility. It will be temporary, but absolute chaos."
"Exactly," I said. "We need to hit them before they expect us, and we need them slowed. I need the debuff active in five seconds. Can you sustain it?"
"I can," he confirmed.
His hands, pale as marble, extended towards the ground they were standing on, but he didn't move. He channeled his mana—a sickly, purple-black energy—downward, feeding it into the coordinates where Magnus and his core team were clustered.
