In the Goldcrests' temporary tent, Kharzan suddenly sat up from his resting bed. His body had not yet fully recovered from the effort of the abyssal manifestation, but his senses remained sharpened, especially for detecting fluctuations in the surrounding mana.
"Do you feel it?" he asked the guard at his side.
"The Starweaver and Ashenway leaders?"
Kharzan nodded, his face contracting with a grimace of disgust. "Selphira and Sirius are manifesting their beasts again." His eyes narrowed, the purple tinge in them becoming more pronounced. "But there's something else... something strange... Perhaps the third ring was with the old woman after all?"
He extended his perception, trying to identify that unknown presence that intertwined with the familiar energies. It was small, incredibly strange, and also... disagreeable in some way. The sensation made him nauseous.
