"What's that creature?"
Tata tilted her head, muttering softly to herself, her voice so faint only she could hear it.
Although she was a demigod, she was extremely specialized, only adept at using force, and hardly developed any other abilities.
However, years of experience as a Holy Tree Guardian granted her a unique talent to detect approaching malice.
More accurately, her soul could smell the scent of some "thing" coming.
A deeply obscure, yet bone-chillingly cold and ominously dangerous aura was slowly and steadily penetrating the mist, steadily approaching the heart of Elda Territory.
This aura was cold, heavy, carrying a metallic stench and the solemn executioner's air of ancient ghosts, clashing with the vibrant natural energy of the land.
Something bad is here!
Tata, who prides herself as the "Guardian," was disdainful of the uninvited guests lurking maliciously in the shadows.
