In the beginning, the path looked a little disorderly. But when you look at it from a top-down view, Zephyr could see a pattern emerging.
He didn't know if the others noticed it. Zephyr tried to close his eyes and imagine the path in his mind.
Unfortunately for him, his sense of sight was connected to the dog. The dog was excitedly running around, watching everything and everyone nearby. Even when his body closed its eyes, whatever the dog viewed streamed into his mind.
'Well, I can't blame it for being excited. Not every day does it get a chance to play like this.'
Zephyr sighed, trying his best to ignore the sense of sight. But the spell was overloading his brain, drastically reducing his ability to concentrate.
Zephyr suddenly sniffled, sensing something run down his nose. He used his hand to grab it.
A sticky, viscous fluid touched his hand.
