For Lohan, the silence of Thalendor's night was broken only by the distant hum of urban activity and the constant messages floating on the game's chat panel.
Even lying near the elven capital's living wood walkway, keeping his main body in a state of almost complete physical stillness, the Slime's mind was buzzing through a complex network of data.
To keep from passing out from sleepiness and boredom, his Collective Synaptic Sync ran without interruption, bringing in periodic information from his various clones scattered both through the Broken Suns' base and with the Astralis members who kept grinding monsters nonstop.
The most tedious part was paying attention to every whisper in the hallways of that place, every creaking door, every recruitment attempt aimed at unsuspecting rookies, and every footstep of the enemy guild's guards, all transmitted directly and without delay to his consciousness, forcing him to map out that guild's internal structure.
