Both Arthur and Ethan started walking towards the Shadwalker, who was sprawled beside a broken tree that probably broke because of it.
It wasn't moving, as if dead. The only indicator that it wasn't was the fact that its chest was moving ever so slightly because of its breathing.
Ethan could feel something unpleasant.
He didn't understand what it was properly, but the more he moved closer to the Shadwalker, the worse that feeling got.
Arthur, seemingly noticing his discomfort, explained.
"It's really unpleasant, right?"
Ethan nodded.
"Yeah..."
Arthur chuckled. "Do you know what that is?"
Ethan shook his head.
"No, I don't."
"That's killing intent."
"Ohh..." Ethan looked at him.
Arthur explained,
"It's something you can gain if you take a lot of life. It's something that accumulates, becoming more and more useful during hunting someone—or in its case,"
Pointing at the Shadwalker, he said,
"Hunting for prey."
