Deep in the corridor, the light was erratically swallowed by the surrounding grayish-white vines, dimming the view.
Ian relied on his Spiritual Perception to make out the blurry contours of his surroundings.
"Ian, there are two of them around the corner ahead."
Gaga's voice echoed in his mind, hushed and wary.
"They're not moving, just standing there. Their Spiritual Power is constantly scanning in our direction..."
Ian didn't break his stride. His expression remained calm, but a faint golden glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.
Ever since stepping into this side passage, which was blocked off by Silent Extinction Vines, he had felt a faint, almost imperceptible gaze on him.
It wasn't the chaotic malice of a Demon, but a more restrained and sinister covetousness.
Like a viper lurking in the shadows.
'They're really not afraid to die, coming after me like this.'
The corner was thirty meters ahead.
