The surroundings were empty, utterly devoid of assassins.
And yet, Lycaon felt more terrified than ever.
His instincts screamed at him that those ghost-like killers were already around him, invisible shadows watching his every movement.
They seemed to be everywhere, their unseen eyes fixed on him.
The sensation made every hair on his body stand on end.
A dreadful unease clawed into his chest, filling him with the wild impulse to abandon everything and flee.
Like a man gone mad, Lycaon desperately swept his mind power through every corner of the area, layer after layer, searching frantically.
He surrounded himself with protective skills, stacking them one after another, refusing to leave the smallest gap.
He even pulled out every Awakener Tool he owned, clinging to them as though they might save his life.
The fear from his last encounter had not faded.
That brush with death still lingered deep in his bones.
