บท 34: Factory III

The winds carrying the black fog whirled around the duo, thickening over time like a black plague beneath their feet. Riena's full attention was on Altair as she tilted her head, her mind full of questions.

"How do you know?"

"Instinct," He deflected, unsure how to explain how sometimes he received strange sensations that directed some of his actions. It was like a sixth sense or perhaps a state of knowing he'd enter in at times. From the day he opened his eyes to the second he held his sword for the first time, Altair had felt something within him stirred. He narrowed his eyes and shot a measured look at his surroundings. "What do you see?"