Chapter 239: Keth’al Village [2]
"Please, don’t resist it..."
As I let my mental aura enter the chief’s mind, the world around me shifted into something far more intimate and vulnerable than mere sight could offer.
There was a slight resistance, but chief took care of it.
It wasn’t just seeing in colors or shapes, but it felt like I was witnessing a profound internal landscape. I could feel the steady currents of his consciousness itself, like ancient waters flowing through solid rock, strong and resilient.
Within this landscape, certain areas shone brighter, more vibrantly.
These were the warm glow of contentment from his recent recovery, a steady thrum of unwavering loyalty to his clan, and a resonant hum of deep pride in his people. These and a few other emotions formed the robust and unshakable anchors of his spirit.
Yet, beneath all that, like faint shadows flickering in the deepest parts of a dense forest, I sensed the lingering imprints of past and present burdens. They weren’t explicit since the others had already enveloped them.
They were more like echoes of strains, from the weight of his leadership, responsibility, the pain, and so on. There was also a faint, dull throb of weariness from the recent incident.
But it was nothing crucial, merely the cumulative toll on a chief who carried the immense weight of his entire community on his broad shoulders. Just like... Baron Nusayel.
Anyway, he was already fine now. But I still decided to mend them a bit. This was also beneficial for me since I could improve my efficiency and mastery.