The Irishman felt a shiver down his spine when he heard the mysterious voice remark about his conjecture, even going as far as to say it wanted to murder him. As he reached his right arm across his body to grab the handle of his rapier, he spun to scan his surroundings, searching for who.. or what.. the voice was coming from. "Can you see it?" Jomei whispered to Meokka as his head continued to jolt back and forth, shooting towards the trees and grass that rustled from its movement. Jomei ignored