Among the pedestrians walking along the busy streets of Horn Lizard Town, an ordinary young woman moved quietly among them, her presence so subtle that it seemed to dissolve into the surrounding crowd.
Her pace was neither hurried nor slow, steady and unremarkable, allowing her to blend perfectly into the bustling flow of people.
At first glance, she appeared no different from the countless humans passing through the streets.
Nothing about her drew attention.
Her appearance was plain, her clothing unremarkable, and her posture entirely ordinary.
Yet something strange was happening.
Anyone who happened to be in her path moved aside without realizing it.
It simply happened, as though guided by an unseen force.
Each step she took caused the crowd to part before her, silently and naturally, while the street itself remained just as crowded as ever.
Her steps were slow and casual, yet each stride carried her three or four meters forward, far more than it should have.
