'What was that attack?'
Verc asked in his head, his gaze shifting downward for a brief moment. He glanced at the place where he was standing before the explosion occurred. The burnt mark was still there, a jagged, blackened scar on the otherwise pristine, smooth stone floor.
The attack that almost got him came out of nowhere. The skeleton hadn't moved its arms; there was no visible casting of a spell, and no sudden flare of light.
There was no indication that he was attacking nor even a hint of bloodlust to give his intentions away. It was a strike launched with the casualness of a breathing person, except the creature before him didn't breathe.
In fact, if it weren't for him upgrading [Danger Sense] to a higher level as he drank a lot of monster bloods; Verc probably wouldn't be able to sense that attack at all and would've been just hit helplessly.
That realization made Verc frown.
