Kyle's first instinct as he stepped into the lavish interior of the gambling house was to obscure himself.
He didn't need to draw more attention than necessary.
So, with a flicker of focus, he dulled his presence. His mana shifted—smoothed and layered over with careful control until it became muddled and untraceable.
'This might be a little late, but having protection over my mana is better than nothing. It will make people second guess when they sense my mana in the future at least.'
A cloaking technique. Sloppy, but effective enough at his current level was what Kyle used to make his mana muddly.
'Level 4 mana control. Still not good enough.'
He noted grimly after glancing at the transparent system window floating in his peripheral view.
He couldn't even sense Silvy properly inside this place.