"What are you doing kiddo?", Rekior asked, trudging up the side of a steep hill, his eyes settling on the stationary Milo who remained in the typical pose of meditation.
Milo didn't look up, rather, he didn't have to. The mana in the environment whistled past Rekior's ears, Milo opened his mouth, but rather than his lips and tongue moving, it sounded as if his words pierced straight into Rekior's mind.
"Rekior … what is it?".
Rekior stood, stunned by the sudden development in Milo's mana mastery. This was a level used for sensing presences, but not just any attempt at sensing someone's presence, it allowed them to pinpoint absolutely everything about the person they were targeting. They could also shape the mana surrounding them, almost like they were speaking.
Using this, Milo was able to convey his words to Rekior in an unconventional, but still absolutely staggering manner.
