[BGM | Midnight Loophole] Navigating through the city was a surprisingly pleasant experience, despite the nature of his task. The idle thought had entered Lancer's mind as he was leaping towards the roof of what appeared to be yet another medium-sized apartment complex. There was just something liberating about maneuvering around the towering edifices and the seemingly endless bifurcations of the roads among them, as if he were inside a massive, urban labyrinth with the element of height ingrained in its concept. This was quite possibly intensified by how utterly empty the city felt, as there were very little civilians to be found even on the main roads, with a solitary car or two to be observed on a rare occasion. He could not find a proper justification to this that he could recall, but Lancer realized that he liked the city, for some reason. However, he was not here to wander. His infiltration of Calescen's proper city (the island, he supposed, was part of Calescen—his own summoning would have been impossible otherwise) had begun with him cutting through discrete alleys, to following the illuminated asphalt of the roads, to finally slipping over and above the buildings with the power of his Soul Phantasm. Lancer's route seemed aimless and exploratory, but he in fact had a delicate and clear objective: he was in the middle of triangulating the position of the Servants in the area, and he was succeeding. The Servant launched another ping as he landed smoothly on the roof. It was an invisible, wavelike signal that radiated outward from Lancer's position in all directions, traveling vast distances before decaying into nothingness. Magical and physically undetectable, the ping would easily travel through objects and structures before reaching a Servant's position, where it would identify them in the same way that their latent Servant detection range would. In turn, however, the pinpointed Servant would also receive this ping and become aware of Lancer's coarsely approximate position—a drawback to the technique, but Lancer was careful in maintaining varying amounts of displacements in between each ping, ensuring that no definite position, trajectory, or speed could be discerned as he would blink in and out of a Servant's nonvisual perception. The application was actually simplistic in nature: he was no Caster, but he maintained enough of a working knowledge of spatial magic in order to exploit the very nature of a Servant's ability to detect other Servants within a certain distance. Relatively minimal Mana would be spent in merely folding, at nearly the root, a fraction of the power of his own detection field, before expelling it outwards through spatial resonance: creating the aforementioned ping. Three Servants, Lancer surmised internally. The ping was not exactly perfect: it decayed linearly in strength and thus accuracy near its outermost reaches, so it was only until now that his impromptu Servant radar had returned fairly distinguishable signatures. They, too, also likely knew that a Servant was at least in the area, although the way they would interpret his presence was a mystery to him: would they interpret it as a Servant being located in the periphery of their own detection range, or would they perceive it very vaguely due to distance exceeding their own, like an Assassin with a comparatively average concealment ability? Lancer chose one of those signatures at random, and leapt off the apartment building and towards the next in its direction.