Wow, looking into that guy’s history was almost like peering into an alternate reality for herself. At the end of the day, what little significance he had in the grand scheme of things led to naught but a display of her powers and capabilities more than anything else. Had he possessed recollection of the events; it would have resulted in them being privy to what happened. But like most people, he was useless.
After the area was pervaded by a thick, phantasmal miasma, Audrey forwarded a request to stick by her. Shrugging her shoulders in response, she made her way over to her with nonchalance. Morgan was still embracing delusion, Audrey elected herself as a meat shield and Jerusalem just wanted to grab her drugs. Sighing to herself, she flicked the interface once more and began providing more information.
Touching the globe, she changed its form to a model that displayed the entire interior, layout, and details about the building in great detail for them all to see; it even displayed where the group was at the time. Additionally, if one were familiar with pre-Calamity games, it would also put an accessible minimap in their peripheral, accessible and once more personally showing their location in correspondence to their placement. It even showed the spots drugs and other stashes were located, should any be left. It would trivialize the vision impairment, for the map displays made navigation a pinch despite it.
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