The darkness behind the blindfold had no blindspots that she could take advantage of, but the oppressive silence was far worse.
Emily stood motionless on the cracked flagstones of the subterranean amphitheater, every nerve ending in her body singing with tension.
Her chest rose and fell with quiet, measured breaths.
"Listen...where is he..."
"Where will the attack come from..."
Without her vision, the cavernous space expanded infinitely in her mind, transformed into a featureless void where sound and movement lost all context.
"Feel the displacement of air around you with your Talent," Merlin's voice drifted toward her, echoing off the stone walls.
She was already trying to do that.
"Feel the static charges in the atmosphere with your lightning. When I strike, do not look for what's going to happen in the future. Instead, focus your senses entirely on the present."
His auditory displacement ability was seamless.
