The sudden palpitation did not cause Arthur to panic.
The young 'Spirit Medium' didn't stand up to look around either; he just sat on the horizontal log by the fire pit, discreetly surveying his surroundings.
The early autumn night brought chills and an increasingly profound darkness. The occasional cries of nocturnal birds added an absurd touch to the atmosphere.
But besides that, there was nothing worth Arthur's attention.
There was nothing to be seen in his field of vision.
There was no presence in his "Spirituality".
His "Death Intuition" did not flicker.
The "Vigilance Oil Lamp" also had no reaction.
But that momentary heart palpitation was definitely not an illusion!
'What exactly is going on?'
Arthur thought quickly in his mind, but his face became even more composed. He continued to add firewood to the fire pit with one hand while shifting his perspective with the other.
Let the 'Blood Descendants' hidden farther away in the darkness start patrolling around.
