Being Followed by A Hostile Aura

Arthur, on the other hand, was focusing on the huge wall-like existence of the mountain up front, which seemed like a thin line drawn irregularly at first on the horizon line, but now it seemed more grand and clear to him.

It was a huge mountain series, extending for long miles into the west.

He knew his target would be in one valley to the west, but he didn't know the exact location, though. The map he had in hand, drawn inside the book, was roughly drawn from the ground, not air.

So, it seemed bizarre for him, trying to relate the drawing in the book with the scenes he was seeing up ahead.

"Land down there, I will keep the journey on foot," Arthur said, pointing to a place near the edge of the mountains. Once he jumped off the bird's back, he sensed the strange aura of this place. it was faint, so faint, but he could feel anything hostile, no matter how small it was.

He was watched, and whatever was watching didn't bode well to him.