Chapter 119 - Chapter 115: I am Vance

​The rhythmic ticking of a mechanical wristwatch cut through the heavy air. Will tasted copper. His lungs pulled ragged, wet breaths. The agonizing sizzle of his cooked flesh cooled against the melted poly-blend of his ruined Faction jacket. The Tactical Suite was a localized dead zone—a manual severance from the LitRPG System grid executed long before the Vanguard shattered the vault doors. Magic failed to spark here. Gamified safety nets did not exist.