Returning back to the vast plains of the eastern grassland in the island of Crescere, Laplace raised her eyebrows while distantly gazing to the north. Her instincts alerted at her, signifying that the situation might be more complicated than what they had previously thought.
"Hey, Laplace... Is there something wrong? Did you feel something?" Abraham's worried yet curious voice resounded to her ears, bringing her out of her trance. Laplace glanced at her lover, who looked at her with raised eyebrows. "I felt something amiss going on in the north, Abraham."
"My instincts are never wrong in the dangers of the unnatural." She followed onto her words, making Abraham furrow his eyebrows. Her instincts weren't to be underestimated. In his opinion, it was like a future-danger detector that would warn her of troubles before it could even happen.
