As he thought about it, his eyes suddenly moved toward the sky again.
Instantly.
There it was again. The same orange flame.
Much farther away this time, so distant that Kyrian estimated it to be nearly two kilometers away, hidden among the currents of smoke above the Intermediate Area.
But still watching him.
Kyrian's eyes narrowed immediately.
The flame no longer hid itself completely. It remained motionless and silent, floating in the sky like a distant observer. Its light glowed faintly between the ash clouds, easy to ignore, easy to lose sight of if one was not actively searching for it.
But Kyrian could see it perfectly.
His eyes pierced through the volcanic ashes as though they did not exist.
Once again, he felt that strange sensation.
It was analyzing him. Trying to understand what he was.
Kyrian did not like that.
