Kyle's first instinct as he stepped into the lavish interior of the gambling house was to obscure himself.
He didn't need to draw more attention than necessary.
So, with a flicker of focus, he dulled his presence. His mana shifted—smoothed and layered over with careful control until it became muddled and untraceable.
'This might be a little late, but having protection over my mana is better than nothing. It will make people second guess when they sense my mana in the future at least.'
A cloaking technique. Sloppy, but effective enough at his current level was what Kyle used to make his mana muddly.
'Level 4 mana control. Still not good enough.'
He noted grimly after glancing at the transparent system window floating in his peripheral view.
He couldn't even sense Silvy properly inside this place.
The establishment reeked of power—people moving through the floors cloaked in magic, voices laced with coercion and influence.
