Aldred approached the demon-infested planet with a calmness that belied the gravity of his mission. Hundreds of demonic vessels swarmed the atmosphere, a protective barrier of sheer force and malevolence. Yet, they passed over Aldred without a flicker of recognition, as if he were nothing more than a whisper against the backdrop of space. It was not invisibility that shielded him but a far subtler magic, one that clouded perception and diverted attention. He moved among them, unseen and unchallenged, a ghost drifting towards his quarry.