With each thought, Vincent Wolf became increasingly certain that this was the case.
Other than Monarch-level demonic beasts, he could more or less detect danger before any other creature tried to kill him, so he wouldn't die without any warning.
Vincent Wolf believed even Monarch-level demonic beasts wouldn't go to the trouble of coming over to kill him.
As for the Abyssal Will, it already had a precedent, and Vincent Wolf believed that it may very well be the culprit.
"If I were to choose memories instead of species levels, would I experience the invasion of the Abyssal Will into my consciousness once more?"
Remembering the incredibly real and eerie illusion, Vincent couldn't help but shudder.
"What's the situation? Why do I feel like there will be danger with both of these options?"
He looked up at the blood moon in the sky, which was still as red and glaring as ever, as if he could smell the bloody stench from it.
