Chapter 22: The Merciful Grim Reaper
The situation was totally outside of my range of expectations.
I, as an undead, am capable of sensing positive energy. However, it is by no means perfect as I cannot detect trace amounts.
Just as how it is possible to miss sounds that are so faint that one would have to cock an ear to listen, it is possible for me to fail to sense trace amounts, if I am preoccupied with something else.
I let my guard down. Senri had collapsed, how was I supposed to predict she would return when not even half a day has passed?
Even if they were to return to sort things out, I had thought I would have at least a night of respite.
A pair of bewitching purple eyes was looking at me.
Her expression was blank but terrifying enough to stop my heart, if I had one.
“You are—”
The gears started turning in my head right away.