Noa was looking at it from the ground level, his neck straining.
The figure could barely be seen.
Its visage was augmented by the wind as its cloak gleamed through the air.
He tried using Inspect.
It didn't work.
"Stop aura farming and come down!" Noa yelled.
Yet nothing happened.
The abomination didn't want to lose the high ground, peering at Noa as if studying him down to the last detail.
"What cold and beautiful eyes," he noticed the ocean-like deep eyes that sparkled like marbles.
Then the bloody scene appeared in his mind.
It came with waves, sudden and fateful.
Every image that materialized in Noa's consciousness showed him his death, and as always, it felt disturbingly real.
But nothing that he couldn't escape.
So he grabbed his bow, nocked the arrow, held his breath, and pleaded.
The previous results didn't change.
Not even the long distance aided his poor skills, and he missed by a long shot.
