Hunting the Target VII
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Moving beneath the Representation World, Grimm moved like a phantom in the night toward his target.
There were one or two Sorcerers passing by occasionally, but they could only sense the surficial world that was beyond reality. They were easily fooled by the Robe of Representations as they passed by Grimm's shoulder.
Moving up the levels, some of the defense mechanisms were not even operating. It was obvious that these mechanisms had only been operational during the initial design phase of the Sorcerer Tower. After that, they were long abandoned, forgotten by the Sorcerers of the Shadow Argus Academy who made it a habit to overlook the tiny details.
Moments later, Grimm reached the 58th floor of the Shadow Argus's Sorcerer Tower.
The target's here!
Grimm's sharp nose could smell the stench of Little Myna's scat even when separated by the huge door of the laboratory. For an ordinary person though, the smell was unnoticeable.
How was he going to enter undetected?