Huntrax was a man who seemed like he would blend into a crowd. He didn't have the stature one would expect from a Heavenly Knight, that's for sure. He looked like one of those beggars that were ever present in any big city.
If it weren't for Michael's intuition as a Nascent Spirit cultivator, he wouldn't have felt those tremendously sharp senses coming from the man.
Michael knew that Huntrax felt every stare, every ear and nose pointed in his direction, even if he didn't seem like he did.
He was a man who was keenly aware of his surroundings.
ChatJK6 even warned him to step back a few tens of feet in order to ensure that his presence wouldn't be detected.
Thankfully, Huntrax didn't seem all that interested in other people. He looked behind him, towards the Elves that he had brought with him all the way from New Sparta.
