Max frowned and looked back.
His fingers, attempting to solve a puzzle in the golden gate involving the arrangement of numerous glowing patterns, halted.
"Guys, can one of you check if anyone's in the passageway we came through? I have a feeling someone's watching us."
Austin glanced at him.
"You sure?"
Max nodded, and Austin charged towards the passageway, his brown eyes narrowed, the familiar javelin gripped in his hand.
Zack held his breath, trying to mask his presence as his footsteps drew closer.
He couldn't help but curse Max's intuition. Well, he was the damn protagonist. One shouldn't accept anything less from him.
Only if he knew it wasn't his presence that the protagonist sensed. It was the intense gaze drilling into his head that he felt.
Max had become accustomed to people staring at him after joining the academy, so he was sensitive and could tell if someone was looking at him with malicious intent.
