Crisis
"Still not coming out?"
I shouted, looking in a particular direction.
My perception repeatedly screamed at me that someone was there behind those shady trees.
"Oh, you can perceive my presence?"
"Interesting."
A shallow voice, just like the rustling of leaves, came and disappeared when I was about to look back.
Although the pitch was low, I was sure the voice was similar to those incoherent words that both I and Beatrix heard in our heads, which told us to move down that dark path if we wanted to get out of this strange place.
"We shall soon meet again, Mr traveller."
Roohie, who was secretly observing Elandor, disappeared out of the blue with a snap of her fingers.
Her lips were arched up, if Elandor could see, he would surely find it very creepy.
How can someone with such a vile smile and shabby-slave clothes even call herself a priestess?
Hearing a snap of fingers, I looked even more closely to that particular direction but this time, I felt there was no one.