Dean's expression did not change as he leaned against the rock where he was hiding, motionless.
From this position, he could cover the entire area where the bait was and block the view and attack path from behind. Even if the other party knew he was right here, unless they threw a bomb, they would have no choice but to take him on head-on.
After the noise erupted, it vanished without a trace. Quiet returned to the surroundings once more. Only the cold wind that came with the dim sky brushed past the distant Pine Needle Forest, making a rustling sound.
Dean's breathing became increasingly faint. He seemed to blend into the rocks behind him. Silently, he watched everything before him, quietly waiting for the prey to finish probing and make its move.
CLICK.
It was the sound of a small stone hitting the ground again, this time from the other side.
