"A second-tier sorcerer apprentice… Judging by his direction, he's likely heading to Ravenfall as well."
Hutson studied the information provided by AI chip, his personal magical system. The numbers confirmed his suspicions.
It was easy for sorcerers to recognize one another. Unless someone had mastered advanced concealment techniques, the fluctuations of mana in their bodies were difficult to suppress entirely. There was a certain scent of the arcane, an invisible pulse of energy that marked them as kindred. Even from a distance, Hutson could tell.
The robed rider ahead must have sensed Hutson's presence. Without a word, he subtly adjusted his course, increasing his speed while maintaining a safe distance, his posture tense and wary.
Hutson made no move to close the gap, letting his presence speak for itself—I mean no harm, but I will not be easy prey.
