Jon would have normally launched the first strike, but this wasn't going to be one of those fights. If these people truly wielded the power of the "Moon"—and he had a fair understanding of its reach—then he knew it wouldn't be a simple clash of fists.
They fought with their minds.
"Cynthia, you all need to fall back," Jon ordered.
No response.
He turned—and his heart sank. Cynthia and her two regiment leaders were already in a daze, eyes glazed over, their consciousness clouded.
'They already attacked?' Jon thought, activating his Moon Gaze. He scanned them, recognizing the effects of a mind-based skill similar to his own ability to sever awareness. But something was wrong.
There had been no mist. No sensation of mana. Even his Divine Mind Eye hadn't picked up on it.
Then he saw it, the glowing mark over the enemy leader.
'So that's their medium.' Jon muttered.
