The man's screams eventually broke into broken sobs. Sweat soaked his clothes and pooled on the dusty floorboards of the second warehouse. Grey's mental pressure remained steady, neither increasing nor decreasing, simply waiting with quiet patience.
"Last chance," Grey said, his voice low and even. "How do we enter without triggering the array?"
The captive's voice came out hoarse and defeated. He reached into his storage ring with difficulty and produced a small, dark crystal. "There's a loose floorboard… third from the left under the broken shelf. Pour a drop of blood essence on it while using this. The array will open a path for ten seconds."
Grey took the crystal and studied it for a long moment, eyes cold and assessing. A faint pulse ran through the brand he had left in the man's consciousness, confirming the information was true.
"Good enough."
