Lohan's small clone, reduced to a nearly fully invisible drop of gelatin, crossed the barrier without incident.
Thanks to the evolutions he'd recently refined, the light in the hallway bent around his small structure, making him undetectable to ordinary senses.
The silence barrier protecting the Broken Suns' leadership meeting room muffled any outside sound, but once inside that perimeter, sound vibrations reached Lohan's chemosensory perception clearly once again.
Lohan moved the small fraction of his biomass behind a tall carved wooden cabinet, positioning himself at a strategic spot where he could hear everything without risking being crushed if someone walked by. In the meeting room, the atmosphere was thick with smoke and tired murmurs. Six players holding high ranking officer positions in the guild sat around a rectangular table, each with parchment reports laid out in front of them.
