She had noticed. Of course she had.
Michael's grip on Isabella's shoulder tightened slightly. The spatial power he had prepared remained ready.
The ghost studied him. Then, nothing happened. She simply leaned closer.
"What did you see?"
Michael paused. That question surprised him.
"You know I saw something?"
"Yes."
Michael relaxed slightly. At this point, he was infinitely grateful for the class he had chosen to transition into back then. If he had chosen any other class back then, regardless of how powerful it was, his reckless actions now would have gotten him killed ten times over.
Perhaps only the Shadow Slave or Grave Warden class would have differed slightly.
Michael remained silent for several moments. He had originally intended to leave. After all, his resurrection materials were already sufficient, and staying near a Demigod any longer than necessary was asking for trouble.
