Sheila was biting her nails as she walked with Anakin, Ezekiel, Orwell, and Lilianne. She was having this unsettling feeling since earlier. The black wisp was still following Lilianne, and it wasn't just any black wisp upon closer inspection.
A wisp carrying Warlock energy.
Sheila was trying her best to conceal her presence, while also searching for a way to capture the-wisp.
This could count as a huge step into finding the Forsaken.
It was unfortunate that only clairvoyants are able to see entities like this. However, Orwell—who has been exposed to different kinds of magic—looked like he was feeling something was off.
"Uncle," Sheila, who was pretending to be a niece of Orwell, tugged his shirt.
"Yes?"
"Can I talk to you for a second?"
Orwell then smiled at the two siblings and Ezekiel Unsterblich before he and Sheila excused themselves out.
"Are you feeling it as well, Priestess?" Orwell asked.
