In the depths of the wilderness, Gin maintained his magical domain—a vast sphere of influence centered on himself.
If he restricted the radius to 2.5 kilometers, he could gather detailed sensory information as he once did.
Reducing it further to 500 meters would reveal even more, offering him unparalleled insight into his surroundings.
However, at the moment, he stretched his reach to its full potential: five kilometers. This allowed him to detect any powerful entities within range and roughly discern their movements.
It was a useful precaution. In these lands where monsters thrived, an early warning system was a hunter's best defense.
The bus convoy continued its steady progress, the landscape growing more untamed with every mile. Gin's senses soon registered a disturbance—wolf-like beasts prowling at the edge of his awareness.
'Wolf beasts. Forty-three of them,' he thought, watching the creatures as they drifted through the plains, their path veering away from the convoy.
