Terrifying Ambush

It was a map of Mohart Dungeon's Level 3. And, the place marked was situated in a ring of hills, covering a pond within. Just based on its layout, it wasn't a place the lazy Haggons would ever bother to scale up.

So, it was the best place for a meet-up. Regriel looked at the state of the map, judging it to be at least a century old based on its almost tattered state. And, the only thing new in it seemed to be the ink of the red circle marking the meeting spot and the writeup.

"It seems these people from the Secret Society wish to observe us first and understand our abilities before trusting us. But," Regriel sighed, looking up to see Wakuta, "Can you make anything out of this?"

"Either they were observing our actions from the start, or this Domino person was able to sense you thinking about him. If it's the latter, then he can only be a Spirit." Wakuta concluded.

"Have you heard about any Spirit with such an ability?" Regriel asked.