"I hate my life…"
The day had passed quickly without any other events, but the fear inside Dante remained.
He hated them.
From the bottom of his heart, he hated every ounce of them.
The uncertainty, the overwhelming sense of the uncertainty of his current situation, the uncertainty of his luck and future.
The unknown, the unknown living being that was observing him, the unknown enemy that wanted to harm him.
He hated them!
He had spent all night sitting in front of the treehouse, using Shadow Detection in the hope of finding that unknown shadow again.
The last time he encountered an "unknown" shadow, an "unknown" creature attacked him with an "unknown" force and stole Ruby's carriage. Dante was becoming dangerously paranoid.
Unfortunately, he couldn't sense that creature again despite all his efforts.
He even created a new technique while waiting—an attempt to catch that thing if it appeared again.
He called it: Pseudo-Shadow Technique — Blind Shadowstep!
