'Something here is alive?'.
Levi froze. His breath hitched, a chill crawling down his spine. Alive? As in breathing, moving— capable of tearing him apart?
His inner voice cracked with fury. 'What do you mean something here is alive? And why are you only telling me now?'. If he'd known he wasn't alone, he never would have stepped inside. Now, he was standing in plain sight while whatever lurked here remained hidden.
[ I couldn't sense it before. Not until your hand brushed against that skeleton when you took the orb. ]
Levi's eyes darted back to the kneeling remains. "The skeleton… is alive?". His throat tightened. The memory of how casually he had touched it— how close he had been— made his skin crawl. He'd brushed shoulders with death itself.
