What… the heck is this?
Who… or what… is calling me right now?
It wasn't like someone actually spoke her name. There were no words, only a feeling, a surge that wasn't sight or sound but something that dug right into her bones. Call it a cat's sixth sense, or whatever—whatever it was, it was impossible to ignore. It felt strangely familiar and terribly urgent at the same time.
In an instant, every last ounce of interest Mimi had in the Arcane Blood Art stone vanished like mist. Her little heart began to hammer so loudly she could feel it in her paws.
Ba-dump. Ba-dump!
The rhythm grew faster and faster, thudding through her chest until her whole body trembled with it.
This thing—whatever it was—was real, pulling at her like a magnet. It had to be an item, or a presence, far stronger and more important than the Arcane Blood Art stone.
