Before long I watched through Unspoiled Farsight as Veloce met with Adelheid, who was currently training regarding Demonic Essence with the guidance of Lafarhul.
The training chamber's air carried the faint ozone bite of controlled infernal warmth mixed with the clean mineral tang of polished stone floors.
It might be because of my increased efficiency of Unspoiled Farsight, but it had evolved to an extent where I could simply access my other sensory senses like smell and taste to some degree instead of simply providing visual and sound.
If I had evolved it enough, could I just taste a cake from far away without eating it, I wonder?
Adelheid moved through the forms with quiet focus, her small hands tracing circuits while Lafarhul corrected her posture with a single precise tap of one finger.
As expected of my instructor, she seemed to know what was wrong even though she wasn't born to use it.
