Back hunched, weapon at hand, eyes darting around maniacally, Gregory felt a strange aura in the room far different from nature's.
That's right.
Being blessed with luck made him sense nature's presence very greatly.
Though he wouldn't be able to tell how many people were in a room with him, he would know if he was truly alone or not.
Maybe this was the true essence of his immense Luck.
Anything out of the ordinary or unexpected would alert even his bodily senses, from overly twitching eyes to hairs standing too erect for hours.
His entire being was like a warning bell going off when things weren't as planned.
Indeed.
Such a gift would be disastrous in the hands of someone else. But he knew his true nature had always been kind. And he didn't want to turn into the very beings he stood against.
