Nyle Damon walked through the streets of the Scholar Ward, hands clasped behind his back.
It was deep into the night, so the streets weren't as crowded. Still, there were quite a few people going about their businesses.
Magi could be seen hurrying past with satchels containing their research documents. Scholars could be seen arguing in low voices at the entrance of a Magus tower. A few shopkeepers swept their doorsteps and closed the shutters.
But no one looked at him. People passed him within arm's length and didn't react. Some shifted their path at the last second, stepping aside without realizing why. Others slowed down or sped up, creating a clear line for him to walk through.
Damon wasn't even using magic. There were no distortions, and certainly no mana fluctuations. And yet… everyone ignored him.
