There was no warning, no sense of danger. It was as if a current had poured into still water, and his "fingertips" brushed against an approaching ripple.
Just as before, it used some formless substance as a medium. Its speed seemed gentle and slow, yet it arrived in an instant, entering his range of perception within the time it took a single thread of thought to run its course.
The ripple spread through contact into his Spiritual Senses, traveling unhindered through a medium that made no distinctions.
He felt as though he had grasped a vibrating tuning fork. Ripples poured from it without end, spreading through his imagined limbs and rapidly closing in on his physical body.
It was a ripple, a command, a Spell hurled at him.
His spiritual organ jerked back as if shocked, curling up and pulling away. That wasn't enough. Kraft dragged himself into motion and ran again, turning at the next fork to put distance between himself and Green.
It was the right move. The contact had been broken.
The incoming ripple didn't die down at once. Like a real wave, it spread through his Spiritual Entity, its momentum carrying it to within two arm's lengths of him, almost brushing his back.
Kraft rushed past another fork, skidded to a halt, then turned back with light steps. He slipped beneath the Rock Walls around the corner, hiding his body in an irregular hollow and pressing himself against the smooth, damp, icy surface.
The sound of a galloping horse drew closer, charged straight through the fork, then swiftly dwindled and vanished.
His Spiritual Senses remained curled inward as his consciousness counted the passing time in the dark.
[One thousand and one, one thousand and two, one thousand and three...]
By counting in four-digit numbers, he could