They all felt it.
There was something in the air… impossible to hide from their newly awakened senses. A dense vibration, almost tangible, like an invisible gaze pressed against their skin.
Dylan didn't know if it was because of recent events — or simply the fact that the three of them had awakened their stigmas — but one thing was certain: they were now far more sensitive to the ambient spiritual essence.
It wasn't that they could control it, far from it. It was more like it no longer bothered to hide. It pressed down on them, it asserted itself, it existed more insolently than before.
As if the world, which until now had been whispering, had suddenly decided to speak louder.
Not long ago, Dylan wouldn't have even known if he felt anything. Spiritual essence had seemed vague to him, diffuse, like a mist one senses without ever truly reaching it.
But now… he felt it brushing his skin, sometimes sliding along his neck, slipping into his bones like a cold breeze.
