The wind howled as Cyro sat peacefully, his meditation regenerating his mana and regulating his pulse. It was exceptionally cold today in the Forrest, perfect for Cyro, as for the cold embraced him like a mother to a newborn child. He was at his mind's mercy. Cyro was a wanted man by many other clans. He knew he was a constant target. He knew people wanted him dead. In this state, if his mind was bothered by another human soul within a mile of his location, his mediation would be interrupted. His mind would alert him if he was in any danger. 

At this point, it had been an hour since the beginning of his session, thankfully there had been no interruptions since. From the far east, approached a soul. It pierced Cyro's head as he awoke from his meditation, breathing heavily as sweat dribbled down his face. Someone was coming. Whether they were friendly or not was the question. Regardless, Cryo froze his legs and readied himself, almost certain a predator was in the distance. 

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