The sense of crisis surged up his spine like a bone-piercing cold current, and Ron began to deliberately maintain complete stillness in the Consciousness Space.
"The observation of 'Hermit's' ancient memory just now seems to have attracted the attention of some creature."
With the enhanced perception from the "Hermit's Knowledge," he captured the energy fluctuation seeping through the temporal rift:
Cold as ice, sharp as a knife, like a spider lying in wait for the prey struggling in its web.
"Time Hound..."
The term surfaced from the depths of his memory, carrying a strong foreboding.
It was something Eve had warned about in a prior conversation.
At that time, her expression was unusually serious, with genuine fear in her eyes:
"Master Ron, historical research is dangerous, especially when venturing into fragments involving the river of time.
In those places... there are Guardians.
No, rather than Guardians, they're more like hyenas drawn by the scent.
