At midnight, John noticed that everyone around him had fallen asleep, yet he still couldn't sense the presence of the old village chief.
It seemed the man wasn't around.
John didn't pay it much mind. Using his Split Void ability, he tore open a spatial rift and stepped through.
Spatial energy pulsed, and the next second, he appeared in a large, chaotic straw hut.
The scent of blood permeated the air, and the straw on the ground was smeared with dried bloodstains.
This was where the Behemoth resided.
John frowned, noticing that the Behemoth was nowhere in sight, and he couldn't detect his presence either.
The guy wasn't likely to be playing him—he was probably still completing his daily work quota.
John found a relatively clean spot in a corner, sat cross-legged, and waited in silence.
Near dawn, the sound of chains echoed outside as the Behemoth finally returned.
