Chapter 8 - 2.2 : The Shadow and the School
Al strolled casually along the sidewalks of Makazhar City, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. Though he didn’t know every turn or alley in this part of town, he could still feel the lines of magical energy woven into the streets. Every building, pedestrian—even the birds perched on power lines—left traces of their own magical presence.
But one stood out.
Since stepping out of the house, he had sensed a faint aura following him. The distance remained consistent, the steps were silent, and more importantly—there was no killing intent. It was the same aura as the ones who had been tailing him last night.
Another spy? A professional this time?
Al slowed his pace.
"Huff... another pain to deal with," he muttered under his breath, slightly annoyed.
He sharpened his senses—visual, olfactory, and especially... magical resonance.
The person was two buildings behind him, positioned on the rooftop of an electronics store. Not approaching—just watching.
Definitely someone from the family. Maybe one of Dad’s men keeping tabs on me, Al thought.
Since there was no certainty and no threat intent, Al had no reason to obliterate or spook the stalker. Still, being watched rubbed him the wrong way.
A small smile curved on his lips. He moved two fingers inside his hoodie pocket, tracing a faint sigil before casting a minor spell.
Skill: Perspective Manipulation