Standing her ground, Serah steadied her breathing and let her eyes narrow ever so slightly. With a subtle pull on her myst, she expanded her perception and activated Mystsense. In a single sweep, the auras of Drosmir and his guards bared themselves before her mind's eye, raw and unmasked.
At once, the picture became clear. Three of the guards pulsed with green cores, their strength radiating steady but fierce. Mid-tier Five-Star mages. The last one, however—the shortest of the four—burned brighter, his indigo core swirling violently with a darker undertone. A low-tier Seven-Star mage. And all of them were steeped in the same sickening taint of shadow. Every last one a dark mage.
Her eyes flicked to Drosmir himself, and she nearly scoffed. His presence was far weaker than his guards, a dim red core flickering within him—mid-tier Two-Star at best, though the darkness he wielded made his aura flare larger than it should.
