The immediate threat of the Obsidian Hand was neutralized, but the lingering unease remained. Michael knew their defeat wouldn't be the end of those seeking the island's power. He moved with increased caution, his enhanced senses constantly scanning for any remaining cultists or new, unseen threats.
Oliver, now aware of the magical undercurrents in their world, became more reliant on Michael's insights, though he still struggled to fully grasp the extent of his brother's abilities. He peppered Michael with questions, seeking to understand the arcane forces they now faced.
"So, magic is real," Oliver stated one evening, a hint of disbelief still in his voice. "And that cult... they were using it?"
Michael nodded, his gaze distant. "A crude form, Oliver. There are powers in this world far more ancient and potent." He deliberately kept his own connection to these deeper powers veiled.
To further misdirect any surviving members of the Obsidian Hand or other interested parties, Michael cultivated an image of struggling with the aftermath of the attacks. He feigned exhaustion and a reluctance to engage, subtly suggesting that his display of power during the confrontation had been a draining, one-time event.
Meanwhile, in secret, Michael delved deeper into the ancient journal and the Obsidian Hand's recovered texts, expanding his knowledge of arcane lore, defensive rituals, and the tell-tale signs of other magical practitioners. His cunning lay in his ability to appear weakened while secretly growing stronger and more knowledgeable.