Ryan observed the five forms approaching him. Three were male, one was Kendra, and one was another woman. Judging by what he could tell of her water, heat, and the form defined by the air, she was younger, possibly around his age.

All five held dislike towards him in their minds, something which he assumed showed on their faces by how uncomfortable Tyler became. The only thing present which made Ryan uncomfortable was the feeling of the Heisar. It was at least twenty percent more intense than the one on the Mieria Islands, if his estimation of the sensation was accurate.

If it were the last reset, before what he'd realized about Tyler, then he'd also be uncomfortable about how the second woman seemed to have an attraction towards the servant immediately. Instead, it merely amused him. After all, Tyler would never reciprocate such feelings, even were the woman not a Novarax.

"Lord Novar," Kendra said. "They informed us you wished to visit the Heisar?"

"Yes," Ryan answered. "They emit strange feelings to me, and I wanted to feel the one yours gave out. I'm sure it has a few interesting smells and sounds to enjoy as well."

He could feel Tyler's confusion, as his servant knew Ryan had never been to a Heisar before. At least his servant believed that, which was what was important.

"Harvesting resources from it is not a safe task," she told him. "Only the first four or five levels would I recommend for you, and only with the proper equipment and guards. My niece, Emma, and her cousin, Robert, can act as guards for you, if you so choose."

"Proper equipment?" Ryan asked.

"Yes," Kendra responded. "The Volnal Heisar is known for sudden static storms. Everyone within it needs to use special equipment made with lightning crystals and lightning thread in order to ward it off."

Ryan activated his sense of lightning, willing to sacrifice range for a fourth sense. The four Novarax with Kendra all wore clothes that had several threads and crystals which responded to the new sense, and it took the young god only a few seconds to understand how they worked and what they did. Two of the men held an additional set of clothes each, one for Ryan and one for Tyler.

"No worries," Ryan said. "My servant can wear the equipment. I'm sure you'll need to spare what you can. It cannot be easy to make these."

"It would be best if you were to wear them as well," Kendra told him. "I am sure your father would have us all if you did not wear them, as they are-"

"There," Ryan said. "To protect us from any sudden static discharges or lightning effects which might occur. Because the lightning crystals and lightning threads are harvested from this specific Heisar, they will counter it, tuned to the same frequency the lightning here is. The threads and their pattern are what does it, while the lightning crystals are used to ensure they continue to work."

He created a thin layer of lightning around him to match the same frequency as the threads.

"I might not be able to see," he said. "But I do excel in spells which touch or cloak me, and I can sense the frequency the lightning in their outfits perform at. That makes it quite trivial for me to create my own version of the guard. Save the gear, I know it can't be cheap for you to make."

He sensed suspicion in the five Novarax, but dismissed it. They could be as suspicious as they wanted. There was also the amazement in Tyler's mind, which Ryan expected as well.

"Understood, sir," she said.

Ryan waited for Tyler to pull on the outfit over the shorts and tee he had worn there, knowing they would be asked to put on a set of protective clothes, which consisted of a jacket, pants, beanie, and pair of boots. Once his servant was finished, the four Novarax guiding them led them down the stairs of the Heisar and into the first level.

"I hear four of you," Ryan said. "Yet Kendra only commented about Emma and Robert."

"Richard and Mark," Emma said. "Are accompanying us as well. Like me, they're harvesters, we work collecting reagents. They're with us in case you wish to travel deeper than it is safe."

"I will want to," Ryan told her. "I want to experience all of the smells and sounds of the Heisar. I wasn't allowed in the other one I was near, so it's going to be a unique experience to me."

He found it strange they weren't introduced before, but decided not to push asking about that. Instead, he allowed the quartet to lead them through the Heisar. Though Emma informed them of the various things they passed or found, what was harvested where and some of the frequencies they were, in addition to the uses found for some of the things, Ryan noticed other things.

Things she didn't mention. Resources they passed that might seem insignificant, but which he could tell she was making an effort not to bring any attention to. Tyler noticed a few, but Ryan noticed his servant playing the part of a mere servant and not someone who had any influence or speech permissions. At least once every twenty minutes, the escorts had to fight off one monster or another which moved in to their path or was blocking it when they arrived, and Ryan noticed how quickly the group of four could kill everything.

Several times as they traveled through and deeper into the Heisar, the group came across rivers, ponds, and a few streams, even a waterfall at one point, where they took lunch at. By that point, they were nearing the two hundred-foot-depth of the Heisar, and Ryan could sense the group of escorts growing more nervous as they drew closer.

Something was deeper down which they didn't want Ryan to notice, and Emma seemed quite afraid of what would happen if he did. If they were worried about a blind man noticing it, then it was something which would be quite obvious. Either a scent or a sound. Ryan had a suspicion as to what it was, however, due to something else they had encountered already.

"Further below," Emma said as they finished lunch. "Are some rather dangerous monsters. It would be best if we did not take you further down without your own personal guards, Lord Novar."

"We can continue traveling," Ryan said as he felt a sudden buzz in the air.

Based on the minds of the other five, they could feel it too.

"What is that?" He asked.

"A static charge," Emma answered. "I'm surprised we hadn't come across one already, a group this large usually attracts them every forty minutes or so. It will just wash over us with our gear, so there is nothing to worry about."

A few moments passed, and Ryan felt his sense of lightning fill with static for a moment, the static washing over the six of them. The static charge lasted for a full minute before it faded, Ryan's senses returning to normal.

"That tingled," he commented. "Let's head further down, shall we?"

"Yes, sir," Emma responded, and Ryan could feel the reluctance in everyone's minds.

The group continued their descent, and it took only a few minutes of walking in the next level for Ryan to smell the sweet scent of strawberries mixed in with oranges and a slight hint of peaches, a perfect harmony between the three scents he had smelled once before, but remembered even years later.

Manalirate.

Only once had he smelled it, when a member of Raxvar Corporation had brought some to Ryan's father for some extra money when Ryan was six. It wasn't much, and it was all Samuel Novar was able to acquire, but it eased their ability to work on a project Ryan never actually found out the details of. He did know the employee of Raxvar Corporation who sold it to the Novars was 'killed in a mugging' only a few days later, though.

Emma continued their tour, mentioning several items around them, including various plants, crystals, and creatures they came across. Ryan noticed Tyler's confusion at one of the plants, which he assumed was the manalirate.

Each one had four large leaves around the center, which consisted of layers of thick strings looped over and around each other. He knew that if he used his sense of light, he would be able to identify a few colors, the green of the bottom, the purple-red of the edges of each leaf, the blue-green of the leaves themselves, and the white of the strings. He couldn't identify the colors immediately, but had heard before that was their patterning.

For another two hours, Emma led them further down, and Ryan watched as the group took longer to kill monsters. During a particularly difficult fight against something which seemed to be a bear with a turtle's shell that stood over twelve feet in height, Ryan decided to help.

With a thought, he gripped the bear's heart with his mind and cut off all flow of blood to it. The beast ceased moving immediately as it began to die, and the group of Novarax stared as it struggled, them stumbled, then eventually fell, dying.

"What happened?" Ryan asked after the thud of the beast hitting the ground.

"I've never seen that happen before," Emma said. "It was as if it had a heart attack."

"Close enough," Ryan said, and he felt four gazes turn to him as Tyler continued to assess the bear. "It was in one location long enough I was able to stop its bloodflow. Even now, I'm ensuring it doesn't simply revive."

"You can kill from a distance?" Emma asked.

"It's not easy," Ryan lied. "The target needs to remain in one spot for long enough. Or at least, close to it. I made a guess on where its heart was and stopped the flow of water there. If you cut it open, you'll likely find a high volume of blood around its heart. There was a possibility I took out one of you instead, but what is a Novarax's life?"

"Worth only to serve here," the four Novarax answered, anger and hatred rising in their minds.

"Indeed," Ryan said. "Now, we shouldn't waste resources, and it will take time to return. If the bear is valuable, begin transporting it. We need to go."

The group began their ascent, the Novarax bringing the bear with them. Ryan didn't mind angering them because he had been sensing their dislike of him from the start. If they wanted to try something with him, they were more than welcome to, but anything they did would inevitably fail.

He reset every morning of the trip, only a few moments after waking up. A precaution, to lose less than he would if something like the incident on the Mieria Islands happened. In case someone killed him suddenly and unexpectedly.

When they left the Hesiar, Ryan noticed a pair of lightning elementals floating nearby, so he began shifting twelve points of air. Unnoticeable to others, yet clear as day to the elementals, despite their form.

"Hello," he greeted them.

"Hello," they responded as Tyler began stripping off the protective gear. "How are you, Blind Storm?"

"I am well," Ryan answered. "I take it you wish to teach me how to identify people based on their energy signatures?"

"Yes," one responded. "It is something which comes naturally to us, so we have thought hard over this. Eventually, we decided on a method which should work. Using only your sense of energy, look at the area around you."

"Study the signatures of each Slow One around you," the other continued. "Notice the differences in them when compared to the others. Eventually, this should allow you to immediately pick out differences between the Slow Ones uses this technique."

"It will also," the first added. "Allow you to learn the signatures of Slow Ones around you regularly."

"So a basic idea, then," Ryan said. "I hadn't expected that, nor had I thought of it. Thank you, I will see what I can do with this."

"You are most welcome, Blind Storm," the first one responded. "Sun Dancer wishes to know if you will visit and learn from the Bright Spots as well."

"I am merely waiting for things to happen," Ryan responded. "For us to find out what is going on and who is doing this, so that I may put an end to it for you. I will have time to learn from them as well. I take it Sun Dancer is the leader of the light elementals in this region?"

"Indeed, Blind Storm," the lightning elemental responded. "By the way, your subordinate seems to be waiting for you."

"I noticed," Ryan said. "Where should I go, when I am ready to learn from the light elementals?"

"Simply leave the settlement," the lightning elemental responded. "A Sparky Spark or Bright Spot will greet you within a few minutes. You need only request teaching, and it will occur."

"Thank you," Ryan said. "I should be going now. Enjoy the rest of your day."

"We will," the pair of lightning elementals responded. "Enjoy yours as well."

"Come," Ryan told Tyler. "Let us return to the mansion. I am quite hungry, and I smell after being in the Heisar."

"Yes, sir," Tyler responded.

Ryan, Tyler, and Ryan's guards left, taking a car back to the village. As soon as they arrived at the mansion, Ryan made his way to his room for a shower, instructing Tyler to do the same before bothering to find clothes for Ryan. He knew his servant wished to attend his duties first, but a simple mention of Tyler's own smell from the Heisar convinced him.

If he handled Ryan's clothes while smelling of the Heisar, there was a risk the scent would travel to him as well. To deal with the dirty clothes, Tyler waited for Ryan to strip, then took the clothes and left as Ryan entered the shower.

When his shower finished, Ryan dried himself off, then entered his room and made his way to his bed, sitting on it as he thought over what he would do. Tyler arrived only a minute later to pick out Ryan's outfit, and once the young god was dressed, he requested a phone call to his father.

"Yes, sir," Tyler responded, pulling out his phone. "Would you like to go outside for the call? A little fresh air before dinner? I know the Heisar's air was not exactly fresh."

Ryan smiled a little. His servant was worried there were bugs in the room for eavesdropping on anything that might be said in there.

"No, thanks," Ryan said. "They didn't bug the room, probably out of fear of what would happen if it was caught."

"You can check that?" Tyler asked.

"They would use electricity," Ryan said. "Which I would be able to detect, even if only slightly. The guards also keep an eye on it while we are gone, and would have noticed if someone entered."

"I see," Tyler said, then made the call and handed his phone to his master. "Here you go, Ryan."

"Thank you," Ryan put it to his ear.