'Who is he?' I asked myself as I looked at the human.
There is nothing special about him, he looked normal adult human with average features. He is in the Primary-III stage. As for what level he is, I could not tell; it is not a problem, I had faced before.
I do not feel any danger from him and that is scaring me.
My instincts are good, it is what helped me survive in the hostile world. I looked at him, and I do not feel anything. I felt danger from my friends who mean well, but this human gave me nothing.
I decided not to think about it and turned my eyes to the essence rose in my hand, which is about to disappear.
He had called it essence rose, and the name is apt considering it is crafted from the essence of spawns. A miracle, something they had tried to achieve, but never been able to, especially at such a lower level.
