The next eight months, he spent making the biggest array he had ever seen, spanning around eighty thousand kilometers in radius. He had to create small flags and add them along its side.
One wrong move and he wouldn't get any benefits. All souls would just ascend to the next life! Thank god there was a way to check whether the formation was in the right order or not. Otherwise, he would've gone mad.
Next, all he did was wait. He learned intent—not just sword intent but intent itself. Humans, beasts, nature, everything had an intent.
He could sense a being's intent towards others. Like while hunting a beast, he could see threads of intent—anger, fear, sorrow towards him, towards the beast's child, and for death.
There were millions of intents. Cale could see them but couldn't exactly guess what was what always. 'If I could do that, what would even be the point of living? Understanding everyone's intent even before they do something, I'd become an expressionless block.'
