The gruff man brought Torq to their home, strangely giving him a word of advice before opening the door, "Don't fight."
"Huh?" Torq tilted his head in confusion and suddenly felt goosebumps appear on his skin as his sense of hunger got triggered, launching his Prana detection means by instinct. A blade of wind slammed into his chest, forming a mild cut while the force of impact sent him crashing into the wall behind him.
The cut wound on his chest healed before Torq could orient himself. He blinked once, twice, and by the third, grew serious. 'Seriously?'
At the home's entrance was a kid, three years younger to him. It was his sister, AuraBuntara, currently aged five and was already half way to maturity.
That meant she had around 3550 units of Prana in her Spirit Container already, which was bordering on the Prana capacity of Beginner Gold Grade Pranic Beasts.
