Perfidy Witnesses... A name... I've got a name.
Meilyr walked alongside Alwina and Sosicles, his gaze vacant behind his mask as he pondered the implications.
Beings of pure thoughts... This could explain why they're so elusive. They had sneaked their way into the Great Sanctuary of Priene unnoticed despite the numerous magi clustered there, under the close watch of the Five Graces and Hierapetra's Hallowed Sovereign. They've even followed me to Sethia, constantly slinking around without my awareness.
A chill traveled up his spine, filling him with an odd sense of dread.
Thoughts are conceptual. They're immaterial and invisible, with neither mystical nor physical trace. He glanced around, stifling the urge to clench his teeth and quiver in the ground. How can I be sure that they're not watching me right now? They could be beside me at this very moment, and I would be none the wiser. What do I do? What... can I do?
