Elyssar stepped forward, adjusting the golden band that held her white hair behind her head. Her eyes, now more focused, scanned the four before her as if measuring them for the last time.
"Before we leave," she said seriously, "you need to control your auras."
The group looked at each other, confused.
"Even from here," Elyssar continued, "a psychic could sense your presence from miles away. Every step you take vibrates like arcane thunder through the mystical currents of the air. If you want to reach Draythir without an entire army waiting for you, you'll have to learn to hide who you are."
Scarlet frowned, crossing her arms. "And how do you suggest we do that? Cut our wrists and bury our essence in a jar?"
"Channel it inward," Elyssar replied, humorlessly. "Do as snakes do before they strike. You are predators—but in this sky, there are even greater predators. Until the Conclave accepts you, you are merely intruders."
