Pathfinder opened up the smaller bag before swinging his hand and pouring its content out in the air.
He did it in the way I would if I were to attempt spraying the content all over the place. Something I could do while throwing money into a crowd of peasants.
Yet, contrary to what I expected, the stuff that poured out of the pathfinder's bag instantly arranged itself into a strange formation, only to fall down to the ground in a very specific order.
"Go inside," the man ordered with a small smirk on his face. Just a single look at his expression allowed me to understand that something would happen if I followed his words.
After my experiences at the sect, I wasn't going to trust anyone lightly. But given the difference of power between that guy and me… Him being courteous enough to ask me something was just a facade. If he wanted me to do anything, he was more than powerful enough to force me into doing it.
