The first was a man in his forties with graying hair and the lean, weathered build of someone who spent most of his time on horseback. His clothes were practical traveling gear—leather boots worn smooth from countless miles, a dark cloak that had seen better days, and a sword at his hip whose grip was polished from frequent use.
Renard activated his Prajna ability immediately, golden text shimmering into view above the stranger.
[Name: Aldric Aster]
[Zone: Master]
[Blood Crest: Silver Talon]
[Crest Abilities: ??]
The familiar frustration settled in his chest. He still couldn't penetrate the crest abilities of Master-zone targets, but knowing the man's blood crest was information enough. Judging by it, the man must be a ranger fighter.
He shifted his gaze to the second figure, and his breath caught—not from fear this time, but from genuine intrigue.
[Name: ???]
[Zone: Master]
[Blood Crest: ????]
[Crest Abilities: ??]
'Interesting.'
