"Hmm, did I sense someone's gaze?"
Ray squinted his eyes, feeling the presence of that same unknown gaze upon him once more, observing him closely. It felt strangely familiar.
"I felt this gaze even when I was fighting that Level Three Undead Bee," he thought, scanning his surroundings with suspicion.
There was definitely something—or someone—targeting him, watching his every move.
"Hmm," Ray murmured to himself, closing his eyes for a moment.
"That Undead Level Three Bee was definitely strange."
He finally concluded, muttering under his breath.
There was something going on, something he wasn't fully aware of yet.
When Ray fought the Level Three undead in the sky, it had been weak, barely able to push him back. Something about that encounter didn't sit right with him.
