Modret's senses sharpened as he moved through the ice pyramid, the sounds of battle growing louder with each step.
Every step he took sent small clouds of frost spiraling into the air, but he didn't pay them any attention as he scanned his surroundings looking for the next location of the fight.
He paused for a brief moment, closing his eyes and letting his mana flow outward.
The vibrations in the air, the faint pressure of distant auras, the subtle shifts in temperature—all of it painted a map in his mind, this was him combining the use of a few sensory abilities to do this.
He could feel the presence of more half-humans scattered throughout the pyramid, some still locked in combat, others barely holding their ground.
They were strong, certainly, but against the awakened beasts they were still not a match. That much was evident.
Yet, Modret allowed himself a brief smirk. The moment he stepped in, the scales would tip decisively.
