Seth wasn't the only one who felt the wash of foreign will scanning them.
Everyone's eyes snapped open, leaping to their feet, tense and their guards high, as they tracked the source the foreign will receded to.
Seth stood high above the rest down below, an essence still locked firmly in his grasp. Even now he didn't dare test out absorbing more essence, especially if there was going to be another battle.
And he saw them — six pairs of entrancing emerald eyes, mired in the dark pool of an obsidian sclera.
Their pale skin was covered with countless mystical glyphs that pulsed with ancient grace.
They were humanoids, definitely foreign race members, and Seth's discomfort didn't come from encountering them.
It came from the fact that they were the ones approaching Seth and his group.
And from the dangerous, stifling aura that wafted from them, Seth could definitely feel the gap in strength. These guys were strong.
