"Lilith, Bel, we should go there now. Something bad is happening," Noah said, realizing the entire feeling of the monster's aura had changed. It was no longer the threatening and heavy feeling from before, but rather, the rage of a monster gone beserk.
"Yeah, this feels bad," Bel was the first to agree, looking down non-chalantly to see his clothes. "Aw, man... I forgot I was wearing those, now they are ruined," he complained, as he saw his fancy white shoes Carlos had bought him covered in blood.
"That's the least of our worries. Let's go," Noah called out, as he dashed towards the origin of the pressure, not teleporting so Bel could match his speed without worries. After all, Noah looked forward to see him fight in a full on battle, not just a senseless massacre like before.