Kyle strolled through the village with an almost lazy gait, hands in his pockets, eyes half-lidded as he soaked in the early afternoon sun.
The wind was mild, the air smelled of freshly turned earth, and birds chirped overhead as if life in the village couldn't be more peaceful.
To any observer, Kyle looked like a man without a single worry in the world.
But beneath that calm exterior, his mind was anything but relaxed.
He was sensing. Reaching out with the threads of his mana, brushing it against the world around him like invisible tendrils feeling for a pulse.
And among the scattered auras of his people, something faint but unmistakable kept tugging at his senses—like a persistent whisper in a quiet room.
'Divine energy.'
He exhaled slowly. It wasn't overwhelming yet, but it was there. New. Unnatural.
