"Don't play dead. I know you heard me," the elf's calm voice sounded in Juwon's ears, chilling as if a vengeful spirit was chasing his soul.
But Juwon was determined not to respond. He would play dead to the very end.
"I'm not really stopping you from playing dead, but there's one problem: before you fake it, can you at least pull back the mental energy drifting in the air around you?"
At those words, Juwon's spirit jolted. The flower he was disguised as perked up, looking full of life.
He recognized every single word the elf said—separately—but somehow, when put together, he didn't understand their meaning.
He had mental energy?
His mental energy was floating around in the air?
So mental energy could actually be detected by others?
Suddenly, the thoughts about mental energy filled Juwon's mind.
With his limited knowledge of the continent and blurry inherited memories, he couldn't make sense of mental energy, let alone understand it.
