Kain had Bea control the stalker and bring him to a secluded area of the park, far from the walking paths and surrounded by thick vegetation. It was an ideal location—no one would see or hear them here.
When Kain arrived, he finally got a good look at the man who had been tailing him.
At Kain's silent command, Bea gradually released her influence. The man staggered back, blinking rapidly, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he regained awareness.
His expression immediately hardened.
The man was in his late twenties, with a muscular build that spoke of years of physical training. A faint scar ran from his left temple to his jawline, giving his rugged features an even sharper edge. His clothes were simple but well-worn—the kind favoured by mercenaries or labourers who valued practicality over style.
Yet, despite his imposing physique, there was no trace of spiritual power in him.
