Third Person's POV
It was stabbing directly toward his neck.
There was no sound of wind being pierced, any fluctuation of aura, or killing intent that could be detected through ordinary means as it pierced toward its target.
It was like a silent assassin emerging from the darkness, striking at the exact moment when its target was most vulnerable.
Ethan's instincts had been sending him a constant signal of danger ever since this creature had first appeared.
But even now, they did nothing more than warn him.
They didn't tell him where the attack was coming from.
They didn't reveal where the creature itself was hiding.
And the needle was already almost touching his neck.
Yet, as though Ethan possessed eyes in the back of his head, his head suddenly tilted sideways at the last possible moment.
SHING!
The bluish-gray needle passed directly beside his neck, piercing through the empty air where his throat had been only an instant earlier.
