Claire immediately raised her hand, signaling the other two to stop.
Ralph lowered his rifle slightly, while Amer looked around in confusion.
"What is it?" Amer asked quietly.
Claire didn't answer immediately.
Her eyes were fixed on the interior of the abandoned shelter.
The place had clearly been looted before. Broken furniture was scattered everywhere, cabinets and doors had been smashed open, and most of the easily accessible supplies had already disappeared. At first glance, it looked like there was nothing left worth taking.
However, Claire wasn't looking at any of those things.
Instead, she was looking at something only she could see… It was the Spirit tied to her talent, Fifth Sin…
Its form constantly shifted like flowing smoke, yet its outline somehow resembled a man draped in an elegant robe…
The spirit slowly drifted toward the back of the room before stopping beside a cracked concrete wall.
"There."
The voice echoed directly inside Claire's mind.
