Their faces and composure shifted the moment Northern spoke. Maybe they would have had small fragments of doubt when Northern spoke, but Dante's strange behavior just now was all too informing.
Tension mixed with silence and made the air around them heavy.
Northern closed his eyes, his hand softly touching the crimson ground. Since they were ascending a slope, the murky waters around this area had greatly reclined, falling back to the lower slope of the plain.
All their attention converged on Northern. They were nervously waiting to hear the next thing he was going to say.
While Northern had his eyes closed, his awareness peaked in that moment.
The creature was very far—too far for anyone, even the best of scouts, to sense it. Of course, except for Paragons who had heightened danger detection.
"It's coming closer."