Logan glanced around the camp carefully.
'I need to be extra careful around Lucie,' he thought, expression serious. 'With her senses on the gold core level, she'll be the first to notice.'
The other six members of his group had just reached silver cores, nothing to really worry about.
'I'll probably need to make some sort of excuse if she does ask,' he thought, assuming she didn't know anything about bait. 'And if she attacks me... I'm confident I can kill her and escape if it comes to that.'
Glancing at the vial in his hand, his eyes hardened as he poured in his mana.
The engravings lit up, shining brightly until the cap came off.
Immediately, a thick scent of concentrated mana escaped from the bottle. It smelled sweet and clung to his throat like honey.
Despite the great smell, a chill ran down Logan's spine.
Logan silently cursed, pushing his thumb over the bottle end to block it in.
He stood still, carefully glancing around.
