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With a look of concerned bewilderment, Renault once more set to discovery and investigation. There was something off in the air, something that caused his hair to stand on end. With each step he took, Renault couldn't help but wonder if there were another set of footprints he was hearing, just behind him. The burrows surrounding them, like jaws of oblivion clawing to the surface. It was enough to make any man wary.

There was a whisper in the back of Renault's mind, the whisper of instinct, one he'd tried for the past seven years to ignore. He had forsaken the powers and abilities that Erithar once granted him, for his sin made him unworthy of bearing the title. But maybe...

His movements clumsy and uncertain from time spent out of practice, Renault first dropped his shield upon the ground, drawing his hand to the crest that felt like a millstone around his neck. There was a pounding in his chest, whether from his heart or Erithar's symbol pulsating remained uncertain. 

Though unable to grab his pendant proper through his breastplate, Renault could feel it even through the layers of armor-and-clothing he wore, and hoped it would be enough. With opposite hand, Renault outstretched his arm towards the field and burrows before him, eyes fluttering shut. 

One of the first lessons he was taught in the Order was to perceive beyond his five senses. Good and evil were energies present in all things, living and non-living. Energy that, when properly strengthened, could bind itself even to wood or stone. 

Tapping into means Renault thought he had forgotten, he opened his unseen eye to search for any presence of Evil that may lurk here, with a hushed "Reveal yourself" completing the spell's verbal requirement.