Theron stared out into the distance almost blankly. He wasn't actively thinking right now, but more so, instead, feeling.
The Mana in the region pooled and flowed over him, every tweak and change feeling so natural.
Every time it did, a new part of his body twitched as though recalling the section of the veined passageways that must have caused it.
He had been doing exactly this for a long while now, actually. But these vein patterns felt like their own three-body problem, their own system of chaos. Even if he could deduce what caused the change after sensing it, he couldn't deduce where the next one would originate from.
And unlike the Dark River, there was no larger system acting on it to make it obedient—
Theron's eyes suddenly flashed wildly. It almost looked as though two torches had blazed to life from within, an odd aura radiating out from him in all directions.
'That's it…'
