When Aether fought monsters before, he could always feel an oppressive aura radiating from them—whether it was the intimidation of a predator, the bloodlust of a killer, or the insatiable hunger of something unnatural.
Enemies like Monsters, Arkanis and Alaric practically oozed these feelings, making it clear to anyone nearby what they were capable of.
But now...
"Grrrrlllll"
The sound was low, as the puppy—or rather, the wolf monster—growled.
Its guttural snarl rippled through the still air, but it lacked the chilling resonance Aether had come to expect from creatures like this.
Aether furrowed his brow. He couldn't feel anything from this monster.
No killing intent, no malice, no overwhelming aura that set his instincts on edge.
