Damon nodded silently.
Not because he was confident—far from it—but because, for the first time since that feeling of being watched had begun to haunt him, he understood where the problem lay.
It wasn't a lack of strength.
It wasn't a lack of technique.
It was a lack of perception.
Esther stepped back a few paces, planting the spear in the ground with a calm movement.
"Let's increase the difficulty," she said. "Feeling still is easy. The world doesn't give you that luxury."
She made a brief gesture with her hand.
"Walk."
Damon took a deep breath and took the first step.
Immediately, everything became more confusing.
The simple act of moving his body caused his Qi to fluctuate. His attention was fragmented between maintaining balance, observing the uneven terrain, controlling his breathing… and yet, trying to feel something that had no form or sound.
The presences that had previously seemed like stable blurs now blurred, intersected, disappeared, and reappeared.
