Four:
Everywhere I went, eyes seemed to follow me. Onlookers, and curious busy bodies stared eagerly, as if waiting for me to sprout a second and third head. Most would have chalked this up to being overly paranoid, except my empathic powers told me I wasn’t imagining the attention.
Some were simply curious of me, but others felt much more hostile and angrier. I couldn’t tell the what of their fury, but I could sense the bulk of the discontented ones were all lycans.
Bealox was lecturing on about the history of the dimensional rifts. About the cross-evolution of the realms, and how it impacted magiks. I find these topics fascinating, mainly because I was technically born on a foreign world, while moms were stuck in a battle with a Oni-demon army, and a mad ayakashi woman.
Some people
