The sheer depth of the sensory data filling his consciousness was staggering, a panoramic revelation that entirely rewrote his understanding of the city.
With the skill, he could observe the flow of ambient mana in the air with a fluid, flawless precision.
He watched as the natural, unrefined currents of the world drifted lazily between the multi-storey houses, moving in long, undulating waves that responded to the gentle pressure of the evening breeze.
It was a beautiful, chaotic network of raw potential, a constant stream of background radiation that sustained the life of the province.
Furthermore, the skill allowed for a deeper, more specialized tracking function.
He could also see traces of a spell, whether active or not.
If a concealment barrier had been erected over a warehouse a week ago and subsequently dismantled, the energetic footprint of its anchoring runes would still glow like a vibrant scar under his golden gaze.
