As the tribal fire infused the black patterns of the Ring of the World totem, crimson threads began to emerge, coalescing at the edges of the design, flickering like dancing flames.
Enzo felt the totem grow in power.
Moreover, he experienced a heightened sensitivity. At that moment, he could distinctly perceive the quantity of the tribal fire and, through it, gauge the state of each tribe member without the aid of the scepter of the barren mountain.
Most importantly, he could sense their thoughts.
"Hmm, this mushroom is simply delightful! I must take it back for Amy and Tia to taste. They will surely love it. And what about Enzo… When will Lord Enzo return? I wish to ask him to help me cultivate more delicious plants…"
Is this Jessica?
Enzo thought, a peculiar expression crossing his face as he simultaneously envisioned a scene.
