Clashes

Art was standing in front of the full-length mirror which has remained covered all this time in his room.

He remembered Viron’s last words yesterday leading to a released sigh.

It was just slight yesterday, which was why the others didn’t notice it, but it was now much more obvious that he has been barely getting any sleep.

He looked a little pale with bags beginning to form under his eyes which shone with exhaustion.

But all his efforts were paying off so it wasn’t in vain.

At least he could hide all these for today using the mask.

It appeared on his hand from his inventory and as he wore it, golden designs appeared around the plain black mask.

He didn’t get the chance to do it yesterday, so he decided to check out the aura vision now.

Activating it, his vision completely changed.

Manaless objects were now only represented by thin, dull golden lines at their edges, so all the walls separating the rooms of this building became almost non-existent.