Secrets studies

Klaus lowered his psychic defenses, a shadow of doubt crossing his icy stare. Seidon, his aura both powerful and oddly peaceful, released his mysterious power—a faint pulse of white light in his aura, twinkling like a star in the gloom. Without a word, he left the apartment, leaving behind the clatter of cutlery and the glow of lanterns. His companions, lost in their meal, had no idea of the danger he'd just stopped.

Perfect. You're safe now, Seidon thought, strolling through the city streets with casual ease. The night buzzed with soft life: quiet laughter from open-air restaurants, the clink of glasses, leaves rustling in a sharp breeze. His white coat floated gently, catching the silvery glow of streetlights, making him look like a ghost slipping through the shadows.