"We have arrived," Radakel announced with a confident smile, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of anticipation and amusement.
The entrance to the village lay just ten meters ahead, devoid of any guards. Despite the lack of visible sentinels, Radakel was certain that the villagers were aware of their presence. He could sense every soul within the village, their auras fluctuating with a mix of fear and determination as they braced themselves for the impending confrontation.
Radakel chuckled, shaking his head at their futile efforts. "What a foolish behavior," he mused aloud. "They should just give up their sinful lives and leave this world with a shred of dignity."
But then, his expression changed. His brow furrowed slightly as he detected a familiar energy signature. "This mana…" he murmured, his senses honing in on the distinctive aura. There was no doubt about it; he had trained extensively to recognize the Heroes' mana, and this one unmistakably belonged to Nathan Parker.
