Michael stepped into the Awakener line, hands slipping into his pockets as the crowd slowly shuffled forward.
After the first five minutes, the novelty of "standing around" wore off.
He leaned slightly to the side, letting his gaze wander—not toward the front, but toward the cultivators' line.
With a thought, his new class skill flared to life.
[Spirit Eyes]
A faint, cool ripple passed over his vision, and the world shifted. Lines of subtle light and color bloomed over the cultivators in his sight, threads of energy winding through their bodies like intricate root systems.
He ignored the Awakeners beside him. There was no point. Awakeners were… complicated. Even Spirit Eyes wouldn't give him an accurate read on their strength without using Detect, and that meant the risk of drawing attention he didn't want right now.
Their power didn't always match their visible energy signatures—some could be terrifying despite looking weak, others the exact opposite.
