Warlock Ch 296. Paranoid Lunatic
Damian's eyes immediately went to the food and drinks. The last waiting room had been a trap—spiked drinks designed to weaken or kill the less cautious. If the officials were being consistent, this room might hold a similar danger.
He raised his right hand slightly, focusing his mana.
[Observation Activated]
The world shifted, his vision overlayed with faint streams of data. The food and drinks glowed softly, each item surrounded by faint blue outlines as information scrolled across his vision.
[Foods — No toxins detected.]
[Drinks— No toxins detected.]
Damian exhaled softly and let the skill fade. The faint glow around the food disappeared, leaving the platters and pitchers looking perfectly ordinary again.
"Safe?" Selena asked, her eyes still sweeping the room.
