The cave was dead silent.
Though the other mages did not personally feel it, no one questioned it.
Because they all knew that Dilin's Sensing Technique was not something an ordinary mage could reach.
It was by virtue of this innate Sensing Technique that he was able to climb to the rank of Grand Mage before the age of thirty.
Flora frowned deeply.
Though she was also a Grand Mage, she wasn't adept at Sensing Technique.
After Dilin's backlash, she also attempted to focus her perception on the hidden evil at the canyon's depths.
She could only vaguely sense that somewhere in the canyon, malice was surging like a festering tumor growing from the depths of flesh.
Each time she touched it with her mind, it felt like a dull knife slicing through the edge of consciousness, sending a chill back.
"...That's not a power that the Snow Swearers can manipulate." She said softly, looking at the array at the bottom of the canyon.
The others turned to look at her.
