Mind Reading / Clairvoyance

Straining to maintain his mental “net” over the crowd, ever alert for a secondary attack, Jace cast his sight up and out, trusting the press of the throng to keep him moving while his senses hovered elsewhere. From above, he peered about him in all directions, seeking the dark robes and grey-speckled beard …

There! Roughly a hundred feet across the market, Jace spotted his foe, crouched atop a merchant’s wagon. Allowing his eyesight to return to his head, still moving with a portion of the crowd, he worked his way forward. As he advanced, he glanced over his shoulder, desperate to keep track of the minuscule fiend as well.

He couldn’t see it!

A cold rain of fear dripped down Jace’s spine. Without eyes on the creature, he was as helpless as anyone else, for he could never detect the little demon’s mind as he could a mortal being’s. He knew he could wait no longer to call on assistance of his own. It was a tricky thing to do while maintaining his psychic web over the crowd, keeping track not only of the enemy mage but searching for other foes who might lurk nearby, but again—thanks, ironically, to Tezzeret’s exercises—he pulled it off.

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Agents of Artifice, Chapter 21