The neutral border-state of Vespira was a gray, frozen wasteland, and the agricultural guildhall built into the side of a jagged ravine looked entirely unremarkable. It had grain silos, muddy loading docks, and a dozen tired guards walking the perimeter.
Nissa Tarvond's divine optics parsed the physical reality in a microsecond, stripping away the mundane illusion to reveal the lethal architecture beneath.
Threat analysis: Class-9 magical concealment. Subterranean kinetic traps. High-density aetheric tripwires.
The guildhall was a fortress. It was the heart of the Korthane proxy war.
Nissa did not draw a weapon. She stepped out from the cover of the frozen pines, her silver armor gleaming faintly in the moonlight.
