Since leaving Harrison Port yesterday, Ian had sensed that something was not quite right with the birds at the roadside.
It was like the time when he noticed the Spirit Energy Marks left by Weyges on his younger brother's head.
Today, he similarly observed many fragments of Spirit Energy scattered over some birds' heads and around their eyes, shimmering with a faint blue glow.
Those little Brittlebone Sparrows that twisted their heads to watch the caravan were the carriers, for they were not afraid of humans on ordinary days, making them very suitable for this surveillance work—who would have thought that their daily snacks were the eyes that monitored them?
At this point, who else, or rather, what other power could be deploying Spirit Energy Users to watch him?
The multitude was too great for Ian to know.
Only a significant force could afford to have a Spirit Energy User monitor him closely.
But there were too many potential forces watching him.
