The peak heads, however, were utterly unaffected.
Han Yu noticed it.
They meditated at the center of the formation, eyes closed, a faint glow of protective light swirling around their forms. Nothing touched them. Not even the creeping sense of dread that smothered everyone else. Not a single hallucination disturbed their minds.
'So why aren't they doing anything?'
Surely, if Han Yu and even some outer court elders could sense the unnaturalness of the forest, the peak heads—powerful figures at the highest realm of cultivation—would know far more.
He was certain they'd noticed the strange fluctuations. Certain they'd sensed the watching presence beyond the trees.
And if Chitterfang's reports were true…
The owl was back.
That strange, pale-feathered creature with black eyes and spiral horns. According to the rat's latest scouting, it had perched again atop a bent tree overlooking the outer perimeter of the camp—exactly as it had done the previous night. Watching.
Unmoving.
