The next moment, Michael felt it again.
A gaze.
"Hmm?"
Immediately, both earrings on his ears flared with a bright light once more.
He didn't need to think twice.
"Shit! This fucking bastard!"
Roar!!!!
Roar!!!!
Roar!!!!
Once again, several loud roars echoed through the forest, shaking the treetops.
There was no mistaking it—the monster had tried to attack him mentally again.
Some might say it was foolish after the first failed attempt.
Others might argue it wasn't.
After all, how was it supposed to know Michael had two pairs of high-grade mental defenses?
The creature's fear spiked.
It immediately withdrew its thoughts, recoiling from Michael's mind like a burned animal retreating from fire.
Something Michael didn't know was that the monster recognized him.
How could it not?
He had nearly been its first meal upon waking from a long, ancient slumber.
