Garion had just woken up when he felt it.
A strong pressure brushed against his senses, light and orderly, not hostile but very present.
"…So early," he muttered, rubbing his eyes. "They really came this early."
He got up, pulled on a simple jacket, and walked out of the building without rushing.
The morning air was still cool, and the sun had only just begun to rise.
When he stepped outside, he saw them.
A group of people stood calmly at the edge of the God Gym grounds.
Their clothes were clean and neat, mostly white and pale gold.
Their posture was straight, disciplined.
Even without releasing any pressure, their presence felt orderly.
Light-element cultivators.
Garion's eyes moved to the man standing at the front.
Tall. Calm. Hands folded behind his back. No arrogance in his posture, but no weakness either.
At the same time, Sorien was slightly surprised.
He had expected Rachel.
