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  -Think of the pulses like ripples left after you toss a stone into a pond. The ripples, or in this case, pulses, shoot out from the power source, and like this, you can calculate how strong the source is and how many cores are powering the formation.-

  -Once you know how many Pulses there are, you work backward and get how many Cores are running the formation. There is one more essential factor to account for, and that is the frequency of the pulses.-

  -The higher the strength of the cores, the slower the pulses travel.-

  -From there, all it takes to break the formation is to destroy precisely half of the Cores, which in turn will overload the formation and bring it down.-

Finished with part of her explanation, Tobs took it one step further and pointed at the Barrier.

  -For example, in this ripple here, it took 128 seconds to move from the approximate dome peak to the edge. Since we know the formation has 32 origin points on the Barrier, we can use how long the pulse takes to complete a cycle, and boom, 32 Tier-4 cores.-

Crossing her arms over her chest, Tobs gloated and waited to be praised by Cynrik.

'Interesting, you did good, Tobs, but you left out something; how do I tell this thing can withstand Tier-6 attacks?'

  -Now, that is a bit more complicated. For that, you have to take note of the pulse Cycle. If you observe carefully, you will notice that none of the pulses overlap until near the end of the cycle. In this Barrier, only six will cross at that point, representing the formation's strength. Six cross sections at the end of the cycle equal Tier-6 capability.- 

[Uh…I will just act like I understood what Tobs just said.] Sitting opposite Cynrik, Brance had been eavesdropping on what Tobs was saying but only got half the conversation. 

However, when she began delving into the secrets of formations and how to read them, Brance felt his head spin. Math was never his strong suit, so even basic calculations could give him a headache since he often second-guessed his answers. 

[Eh, all you need to know is that the waves on a barrier determine everything, so look for points where they start to attack as many as you can find.] Rolling his eyes and knowing that Brance would be lost even if he tried explaining it in layman's terms, Cynrik used the point-and-shoot method. 

[Find the source of the waves, and blow them up, that doesn't seem too hard.] Shooting Cynrik an appreciative glance, Brance nodded and jumped back into the etiquette conversation with Selene and the others. 

'Sigh, sometimes I swear Brance is the biggest fucking simpleton, while other times he almost seems like a genius.' Cynrik thought to himself before propping his chin on his free hand and staring out the window. 

Thirty minutes later, it was finally MyrkLys's turn to check in with the front gate, which went smoothly, and soon enough, the Limo pulled into the Barrier and entered the governor's Mansion Grounds. 

However, as they drove off, Cynrik turned, looked out the back window casually, and nodded at the security guards, all of whom were Tier-5 Beings. 

This seemingly innocent action held a much greater purpose, though, as in reality, Cynrik's eyes locked onto the around 100 scouts stopped outside of the Barrier. 

Many of them were frantically talking into their Watcets, no doubt stating they could no longer follow the target. Soon enough, they all shot one last look at the Limo and ran off to parts unknown. 

[Sigh, fuck…] Cynrik muttered into the mind link, drawing Brance's attention.

The reason was that although they had lost the tail from home, he had spotted a new, significantly more powerful group of 10 beings hiding in one form of stealth or another and running alongside the vehicle some distance away. 

Concerned by his brother's swearing, Brance calmly peeked out the window and spotted a cluster of powerful Mana fluctuations following the vehicle. 

[Son of a bitch, now there are Peak Tier-4 scouts following us…] Taking a slow breath, Brance closed his eyes and tried calming down.

[They aren't your regular run-of-the-mill lackeys either; they are well-trained and move like a unit. I wouldn't drop your guard, but I think they are part of the Governors' Secret service or something.] Pulling his left hand away from Selene's thigh, Cynrik gripped his forearm with his right hand and stealthily equipped his Assassins Tool while acting as if he were adjusting his cuff links.

With the left arm done, he quickly replicated the process on his right and dropped his left hand back to play with the straps on Selene's dress, his actions going unnoticed by everyone except her, who frowned.

[[What's up? Why did you equip your blades?]] She asked in concern. 

[[Just some flies buzzing around that I may need to deal with at some point. Hey Tobs, there aren't any formations that can seal access to our inventories, right?]]

  -Not that I know of, but an uncountable number of space formations are capable of doing something similar. But it shouldn't be possible when it comes to the System Inventory.-

  -If the Inventory itself were a Skill, then I would say the chances are pretty high, but it is an essential function that every sentient being has access to, so I highly doubt the CSH would allow the creation of something like that.-

[[Hold up, Tobs, are you saying there is a way to shut off people's skills?]] Hearing her response, Brance stiffened and questioned.

  -Uh…I mean…yes, but you don't have to worry about that any time soon, considering the lowest Tier formation is Tier-7.-

Tobs wanted to smack herself for how easily she blurted that out; it was a mistake she usually wouldn't have made, encroaching on spoiler territory. Still, when BRANCE asked the question for some reason, she was more inclined to answer. 

[[Tsk, well that may complicate things, ok, Sel, I want you and Brance to move anything combat related from your Spatial equipment into your inventory.]]

[[I do not doubt they will check our rings or necklaces at the door before entering the Gala for confirmation that we aren't bringing any banned items into the event. So since the general populace has an abysmally small Inventory compared to us, they would never expect there to be an arsenal hiding in plain sight.]]

  -Uh…Cyn…tiny problem…-

[[For fuck sake, what now, Tobs…]] Cynrik complained while looking at his shoulder, where he found Tobs pointing toward the mansion half a kilometer away. 

  -Don't talk back to me, tsk, ugh, whatever; you should know there is a limiter formation on the entire house; the moment you step in, your power will drop to Tier-1. It won't be just you, but everyone in the Gala will have this restriction, except those wearing special devices, excluding them from the formation.-

Selene and Cynrik joined Brance in tensing up; if what Tobs had said was true, things would be much more difficult to deal with if shit hit the fan.

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