Malakai's vita field was unlike what many would think.
His vita sense acted in such a way that he could feel the interactions between vita and the world.
Consider vita in the air as an endless scream of green glowing orbs. Each of these orbs floated through the air, free, unbound.
And when they made contact with anything, be it a person or a thing, there would be a discrepancy, a subtle shift, as it disrupted the uniformity.
As someone who could sense the vita in the air, Malakai could feel these discrepancies, he could discern them.
It was far from the regular senses of sight. Malakai couldn't actually see it. He couldn't tell its color, nor could he say if it was laughing or frowning, at least, not yet.
But what he could grasp was its speed, shape, and size, the precise way it affected the vita in the air.
And right now, as Malakai activated his vita field, he saw it. The faint outline of a humanoid figure, right dagger tearing through the air toward his back.
