Dissection

As Green pressed onward, a faint sense of danger hung over him, growing stronger with every step.

The feeling was like a great stone weighing on his chest, leaving him deeply uneasy. Wizards possessed extraordinarily powerful Mental Power; even without studying divination Sorcery, they could sense direct malice. This danger he felt in the Mist Forest had not come from nowhere.

The farther I go, the stronger the danger feels! Green kept walking, weighing his options.

How should I deal with it? Hundreds of plans flashed through his mind.

At last, there came a snap.

Green stopped short. After thinking it over, he chose to stand perfectly still among the trees.

The instant his footsteps ceased, the sense of danger stopped growing and held steady.

So it is tied to the sounds I make! Or perhaps to my movements! Green thought.

Once Green entered the Mist Forest, he had become a disturbance within it. The forest blocked almost every means of probing beyond oneself. Only sound had not been completely stilled. After some thought, Green judged that sound was the source of the danger he sensed.

One hour, two hours... Three days later!

Green remained where he was, as motionless as a wooden statue. White mist brushed past his body, condensing into droplets that fell to the ground.

It's fading! After Green had kept silent for three days, the danger that had held steady finally began to recede.

He breathed a little easier as he felt it fade.

Time to test it. Green's eyes shifted, and he began moving again, walking forward.

This time, however, every movement was gentle. He stepped with extreme care, making no sound at all.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Green took a few tentative steps, paying close attention to the danger lingering in his