[i]Alon shakes his hand, the fire in his palm going out, wisps of smoke floating from his fingers in the light of the faint embers dying out. A being of vast power; Alon was excellent at reading power through the air, so he crouched down low, diving to the side of the halls so as to get a better idea on the positioning of the being. For a moment, even though he was lost and confused, he thought it was a figment of his imagination. It wasn't until he lost his focus that he sensed it again, nagging at the side of his brain. He waited eyes closed, hyper-aware of his surroundings.[/i]