'I think I am far enough that, even if I fight here, the Sky Sovereign won't able to sense me,' I thought as I stopped.
I really wanted to curse that bastard. Because of it, I had lost six Grimms, of which two had the bloodline.
If I had fought them, the bastard would have definitely sensed it. Especially the group of four. The two I had seen later were quite far, but I didn't want to risk it, for those who didn't even have a bloodline.
I sighed and shook my head before resuming my journey, hoping I would see some juicy Grimms as soon as possible.
An hour passed, and there was no juicy Grimm; I didn't even sense the Sovereign one.
It was disappointing, but that is life.
Hun!
A minute passed when I stopped. I had sensed something, and it was not Grimm; it was native, one belonging to the Tor.
