An intense sense of dread gripped Ray as he darted past trees.
This sensation was a warning, triggered by his racial trait. His sixth sense was picking up danger his other senses failed to detect.
"Where is the threat coming from?"
Determining that was crucial to stay alive without wasting the power of his turtle shell armor.
He quickly stopped and looked around with a scrutinizing gaze, taking in his surroundings as thoroughly as he could to catch any sign of danger. As a result, he saw what would have otherwise cost him dearly.
Whoosh!
A stone set ablaze hurtled through the air, leaving behind an eye-catching tail of fire. It whistled like a comet as it tore toward Ray.
'It's temperature is comparable to my level 1 flames,' Ray thought as the heat from the fiery stone struck his face before it stone even reached him, the air shimmering from its intensity.
