Northern walked through the tunnels with purpose. He had a mental map of the entire network—courtesy of his spatial awareness abilities—and knew exactly where to go.
Which made the traditional route seem... wasteful.
So instead of navigating the complicated labyrinth like some lost adventurer, he simply broke through the walls and connected point to point. The most optimal path was a straight line, after all. Plus, the rock walls crumbled so easily under his strength that it barely qualified as an obstacle.
He'd initially tried it as an efficiency measure. But over time, something unexpected happened—it became therapeutic. Fun, even. There was something satisfying about the way stone gave way beneath his fist, the clean crack of rock splitting apart, the shower of debris marking his passage.
'Stress relief with a side of efficiency. I should market this.'
