Amira's voice was calm but firm as she addressed her squad. "Everyone, get ready," she ordered while closing her eyes and expanding her consciousness outward.
Her spiritual energy spread like an invisible wave toward the mayor's mansion, brushing against walls, furniture, and doors and with every touch of her energy painted a vivid image in her mind—a rough but clear map of the entire structure.
She could sense the life energies of those within—men, women, and a disturbingly high number of awakened individuals. Her brows furrowed as she counted 36 awakened signatures—a shocking amount for a small town like this when its just 2 days since the surge happened.
Soon her spiritual sense settled below into the mansion's underground, focusing on what it looked like a wine cellar. A grim scene unfolded in her mind: elders, frail and fearful, bound tightly alongside trembling children.