Merely moments later, Orion appeared near the formidable confines of silver fangs, a structure brimming with concealed guardians and cloaked sentinels. Four vigilant guards stood resolute at the imposing main entrance, their watchful eyes scanning the surroundings with unwavering focus. Yet, unbeknownst to them, two more shadows lurked in the inky depths, concealed even from their comrades' perception.
Orion navigated this formidable defense with disarming ease, as a master of both mana sensing and control. His expertise in concealing his mana signature was nothing to scoff at, a talent that had been penetrated by the blue throne alone.
His path to obscurity was simple but effective – minimizing his magical presence to a mere whisper, a tactic that can keep him veiled from prying eyes, so long as he refrained from the use of his magic.