Grand Elder Macie came to a violent stop in the air, a rumbling might spreading out in all directions as she wantonly spread her senses as far as they could go.
Unscrupulously, she scanned one disciple she came across after another, checking to see if there were any that seemed out of the ordinary. But to her horror, she found nothing.
She continued to scan, her head shooting back and forth as though it was faster to do so than actually moving her eyes. But even then, she found nothing at all.
Panic began to set in her heart, a wave of discomfort starting to push itself up and out as though bile moving back up the wrong pipes. The anxiety in the very depths of her soul took root akin to wiry tendrils of darkness.
She had grown up in Dark Mana, and it had always made her feel at home. But right now…
She felt like she was choking on it.
BOOM. BOOM.
