Two hours had passed. It was just after midnight. A new day had begun. Yet nothing had changed. Only the gentle ripple of seawater and faint spiritual signals drifting by like night mosquitoes—harmless.
"Boring," Al whispered, taking a deep breath. "I can't keep this eye active for too long."
He deactivated his Dimensional Eye. But then suddenly—his magical instincts flared. The vibration was subtle, yet rhythmic—enough to rattle his spiritual awareness. A group of people appeared at the edge of the beach. They wore black robes and carried various ritual items: incense, offerings, a carved dagger, black cloths, and glass bottles filled with cloudy red liquid.
Shamans, Al thought.
They're doing a ritual here? An exorcism? Or maybe…
He observed from above. One of them radiated an aura that… felt familiar. Something that stirred his memory, though he couldn't place it yet.
