Nearing the Target
"That noise..." Suddenly, a hawk-eyed man, flying towards the coast to the far east of Uzira, stopped moving as he heard a violent blast.
For a moment he put both hands to his ears, using his wings to cover his body as strong winds blew against him.
The surrounding trees threatened to fall over, while small stones and objects on the ground, such as leaves, rose into the air, flying around the area.
As he felt a chill run down his spine, a power capable of killing even someone higher than his power, level 119, he narrowed his eyes tightly and clenched his fists.
'Who's behind this? It doesn't feel right. That feels wrong!' He didn't feel well when she noticed a level 119 aura, but one that didn't seem to be from a real level 119 being.
Charged with a foreign aura, full of particularities totally unusual to Uzira, he immediately connected the dots and came to a sudden realization.