Northern stood at a vantage point, his spatial awareness collecting precise information on every single position of the damned monsters.
One was being attacked by two Masters, but they weren't having any luck—their weapons on the verge of shattering like glass under pressure.
Another plunged its vicious claws into the chest of a Drifter, hoisting them up like a grotesque trophy.
A third monster charged toward a civilian and three Drifters who braced themselves for battle, determination etched on their faces.
Three more rushed through the rain, their evil claws poised to shred another victim.
All of them seamlessly entered his space of knowing, and the remarkable development was that he didn't even need to open Chaos Eyes.
His mundane eyes had long been adapting to Chaos Eyes, inheriting some of its gifts. This heightened spatial awareness was one such blessing.
