Two of the pursuers moved closer, creeping across the rooftops with practiced ease. Their steps were light, but not silent enough to escape Ethan's senses.
He noticed them almost instantly.
A slight shift in the air. A shadow where there shouldn't be one. The sound of a foot brushing against tile.
Alden, walking below, didn't notice anything. His pace remained steady, his focus forward.
Ethan, however, stopped moving.
He crouched low behind a chimney, letting the night conceal him once more. His breath quieted. His heartbeat slowed.
Then it clicked.
'Wait… my Divine Eyes.'
He had forgotten about it. With everything that had happened—Mark's capture, Maya's condition, Nova Tech, the mission, and the trial—he hadn't used the skill at all. Not once since arriving in Cahaya.
He had only used it without him realizing when he got the Dragon Ring.
'I'm such an idiot.'
He activated it quickly with just a thought in his mind.
