Witnessing this, a strange energy began to converge around the skull. Ethan immediately sensed a surge of danger prickling along his spine.
"Panther form…"
Whoosh—he shot forward, crossing the dozen yards in a single blur. But that eerie power was even faster.
Just as Ethan reached him, a beam of green light burst out from the skull.
"Ethan, watch out! That's ancestral energy—don't take it head-on!" Uncle Jed's shout came from behind.
Ethan didn't need the warning. The moment the light appeared, he felt the searing pressure rolling off it. His body twisted mid-stride, veering away in a sharp ninety-degree turn.
But who could have predicted—the green light adjusted course, following him as if alive, heading straight for the back of his skull.
He pivoted, glimpsing it trailing right behind.
'What the hell…'
A homing missile?
At such close range, Ethan finally understood what this strange ability was. That familiar fluctuation…
It was Soul Sense.
