The screams were horrified and desperate. The kind that one could only hear in nightmares. It was the vocalization of a soul realizing its vessel was about to be unmade.
Ishiki paled. 'Crap... this is bad. Too bad'
This much noise would easily travel far and wide, with how silent the forest was. It was a broadcast invitation to every predator within a kilometer radius. The death party was just getting started, and the guest list was about to expand.
He activated [Ghost Blade] in full swing once more.
This time, the sensation was fundamentally different. Before, the skill had been a veil, a simple distortion of light and presence. Now, as his adrenaline spiked, the skill bloomed.
The monochrome picture in his mind sharpened into hyper-reality. It was as if he had eyes grafted onto every inch of his skin, a spherical awareness that transcended optical limitations.
