What Evian Wants…

Their first exit was at a region about halfway between the western Fort and the enemy's camp. It was a point where the Arkadae/Monster race forces would not dare cross unless they wished to resume the ongoing war with subsequent battles.

"Alright. Do your thing," Evian said.

Astrid eyed him,

"Look at you giving me orders," she said and then chuckled before calmly looking forward, "The Sensors are about 50 meters away by the way. My senses tingle whenever I get close and further probing will only alert the enemy. 

For a makeshift security measure, the sensors are very sensitive. The work of a capable Arcanist, no doubt."

"Just one?" Evian asked.

"As far as I can tell, yes. No two people can be truly in tune with each other barring some special circumstances. If two people had been involved in casting the sensory spell, I would have been able to pick apart their distinct signatures by studying fluctuations in the Spiritual energy field."