Now that my focus was no longer on saving the person that didn't even need my help, I realized there was dense magic activity somewhere on the faraway carriages of the centitrain.
The sensation wasn't subtle—things like overlapping spells, clashing Demonic Essences, and the kind of destructive intent that was enough to make a normal human frozen.
Frowning, curiosity started prickling at the back of my mind.
What the hell was going on back there?
I activated Unspoiled Farsight, letting my awareness detach from my body and drift toward the source of the commotion.
Two separate groups unrelated to the one I just fought were tearing into each other with zero regard for their surroundings.
One side wore mismatched armor and wielded crude weapons, their movements frantic and uncoordinated.
The other group was more organized, clad in dark leather with silver trim, their attacks were precise and efficient with the help of a strong leadership giving orders amongst them.
