Magnus Phoenix's mind moved quickly as his sharp eyes swept across the dark battlefield, analyzing every fragment of ether he could sense in the air. Despite the chaos that had suddenly erupted in the quiet camp, his thoughts remained calm and methodical, like a commander piecing together a puzzle while arrows rained overhead.
"Before I went to sleep," Magnus muttered inwardly, his gaze narrowing as he continued measuring the hostile signatures, "I was absolutely certain there wasn't a single 6-star Spirit Warrior in this camp other than me." His eyes flickered briefly across the scattered soldiers and frightened adventurers rushing about in the distance. "And there is no reason a dungeon break of such low grade would attract powerful wandering Spirit Warriors either."
He inhaled slowly, letting his senses spread further outward.
Seven presences.
All gathered in one place.
His mind clicked.
