The moment the strange creature spoke those words, pink clouds burst out of its body.
They did not drift slowly.
They exploded.
Thick pink mist rushed out like smoke from a broken furnace and wrapped around Duke Sant from all sides.
The air turned heavy. Sweet. Strange. It felt wrong.
Duke Sant did not panic.
His face stayed calm, but his eyes sharpened.
He stopped breathing at once and pushed himself backward with a strong step.
His boots scraped against the air as he retreated. The pink mist chased after him like it was alive.
'Perfect copy…' Duke Sant thought as he moved.
He had felt something like this before. A small warning inside his heart.
He had never seen this Intuition with his own eyes, but in the old records of the Sant family, there was an ancestor who once had such an Intuition.
Duke Sant remembered the story clearly. He had read it many times when he was young.
He had always hoped he would never face it himself.
