It was an odd feeling.
Like playing an instrument after years.
Familiar, but strange. Proficient, but clumsy.
That's how Varian felt when he entered the facility without ghostship's assurance.
He was back to that stage of constant risk—where even his slightest mistake would cost him his life.
As the master of ghostship, Varian had a degree of security perhaps even level 7s couldn't enjoy.
Add to that the single, but powerful teleportation formation that was yet to be used.
If Varian wasn't sneak attacked, then Varian could escape from even the strongest of level 9s.
For these very reasons, there was a feeling of solid safety in his heart.
But now, the illusion of safety was brutally broken.
"Boo, will the teleportation formation work inside?" Varian asked as he glanced at the facility's interior.
It was several miles wide and looked more like a supreme palace than an important military building.