As the dense canopy of the lower mountain ridge thickened, the damp mist swallowed the path behind them. Ethan maintained his slouched stride, but internally, his focus shifted.
For hours, he had kept his senses locked down, feeling utterly suffocated. It was a classic situation where you don't truly appreciate what you have until it's taken away; walking around with his spiritual perception artificially blinded felt like trying to navigate a forest with one arm securely tied behind his back. He desperately needed to stretch his hidden capabilities.
With a silent command, he activated his Amethyst Eyes.
He had kept them tightly sealed because their distinctive, deep purple glow was far too obvious to risk around anyone with a proper cultivation base.
