Meaning(3)

'And what are instincts? Merely feelings that come to me naturally, that echo with who I am, that give voice to everything that I've become. Yes! There it is again! I was right!'

This epiphany came to him abruptly, out of the blue, but it felt…right. Over the years, many had tried to find out just what an 'instinct' was. Even the weakest of mages and fighters swore that their instincts helped them in many ways even though they didn't how it could be possible, but no one had found a clear answer. If anyone had been successful, there would have been spells and trinkets to improve them as the right instincts often spelled the difference between life and death. Daneel had solved the mystery…but how was it supposed to help him?

"RARGH! RAAAARGH! RARGHHH!!!"

Frightful screams of tortured souls interrupted him, erupting from a spot that felt as if it was right beside him.