Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…
The hound stood rigid, roatten muscles quivering under its fur as it stared at Leon. The green flames burning inside its eyes flared brighter, almost alive, as if reacting to his presence.
Leon triggered the skill out of habit, expecting the familiar stream of information to appear in front of his eyes but...
Nothing.
Not a flicker.
'What the fuck is happening ?' he thought with a serious expression.
He used the skill again, harder this time, almost willing it to work.
Nothing. The silence felt mocking.
...
He switched to another skill—any skill—but the result was identical. Hollow. Dead.
'Okay… System, this is not the time to be fucking kidding with me. Wake the fuck up and let me use some ski—'
The thought stuck halfway as frustration mixed with a creeping unease. A hesitant twitch pulled at his expression.
The hound caught it instantly.
