Alarms rang out in Asher's head. Before Asher had started this obstacle course training, he had deliberately conditioned his senses to perceive every single attack as a death threat. Even if an attack couldn't truly injure him, it was always best to evade; after all, who knew when Instructor Sane would introduce an unpredictable variation within something seemingly predictable?
He hadn't seen the tripwire. Normally, he would have, such a wire would have reflected the faint light of the moon, making it detectable to someone with his level of perception. He had already noticed and expertly avoided several tripwires earlier. But now, he had finally fallen for one, as though some kind of invisible or specially crafted wire had been designed precisely to catch slippery geniuses like him off guard.
Truly, Instructor Sane was wicked, despite his earlier reassuring words. Truly, Crymora was not a world where things, or even words, should ever be taken at face value.
