Allen slowly turned his head back, feigning a look of confusion.
But an icy chill shot up Allen's spine, straight to the crown of his head.
Allen was certain it wasn't a hallucination. It was a primal tremor, a biological instinct, as if he were being dissected inch by inch by the gaze of an apex predator, seconds away from being torn to shreds.
He didn't run right away.
With DSeek's assistance, Allen's mind suppressed all his body's primal panic in less than a tenth of a second.
'Run? Where would I run?'
'In front of an enemy who can perfectly conceal itself and has already locked onto me, turning to run is suicide.'
His gaze remained fixed ahead, his body still leaning against the tree trunk. He didn't make a single superfluous movement, as if he hadn't noticed the abnormality behind him at all.
Only the frantically flashing red alert on the "Observer" lens of his right eye proved that this current calm was merely a facade before death.
