The moment I returned to Enusia, the thick tides of infernal mana collapsed onto me, drawn like a whirlpool to my soul. As my aura flowed out, the stars clashed against waves of oily black, creating a distortion that lingered for a few seconds before the two forces balanced out. Was that why the infernal mana felt so oppressive to me now? Did it have to do with my blossoming aura?
Luke's aura wasn't hard to locate, but as I rode Fable toward his aura, my guard keeping pace, someone called my name. I turned, finding Evla running toward me, tapping into a bit of her mana to catch up.
"There you are. We thought you'd never come out. What's it even like in there? It must be cozier than this," she muttered, sweeping her hand around the dismal, gray mountains.
"It's nice," I said, fighting myself to keep it vague. I liked Evla, but there was no reason to trust her with everything. Not yet.
