Kyle traced his steps carefully through the cobbled streets, his eyes narrowing as he approached the exact spot where the presences tailing him had vanished.
'The traces of my stalkers are still there, but the fact that I cannot see them is a little concerning. Should I try something else?'
There was something here.
He didn't know what, but his instincts warned him that it wasn't normal.
His steps slowed, and he let his senses stretch—searching for that odd ripple in the mana that had made his skin crawl earlier.
And then, cold metal kissed his neck.
He froze.
A familiar presence washed over him a second later—quick and sharp, like flickering lightning.
"…Silvy. Do you always greet people like this?"
He muttered, only mildly annoyed.
Her voice came from just behind him, edged with suspicion and irritation.