This time, Logan focused on every single detail.
The shift in the air caused by a bird's wings beating above him… The subtle change in temperature whenever a living creature entered his range… The faintest rustle of insects hidden beneath charred roots…
The more he concentrated, the clearer everything became.
At first, he could only feel the changes.
But slowly, he began to understand them.
From the way the air moved, he could tell where an object was. From each sound, he could tell what the creature was doing.
From its warmth, he could sense whether it was big or small.
Hours passed like drifting smoke.
As it was late in the night, Logan was forced to return home. However, the very next morning, he returned and resumed his training.
His comprehension sharpened with every passing second.
Until...
He felt something.
Someone approaching.
No… not someone. One! Two! Three!
Three distinct presences.
