@"Penumbra"
Ishikawa Yuuto
The forbidden forest on Manta Carlos was one of those places that humans were not meant to wander, at least without some sort of power. As a general rule, magic always drew to magic, so in places such as these, it was nearly impossible to not encounter some sort of spirit. Dead, elemental, demonic. The presence of any of these three would have been a reassurance that Ishikawa was treading on familiar territory.
It was a few minutes passed one in the morning, and the entire forest had yet to produce anything remarkable besides an unsettling amount of insects. He had been there for two hours. The lack of anything unusual was a troubling sign, one which wiser men and women would take as a clear cause to leave immediately and come back with a few dozen friends.
Times like this betrayed exactly how little experience Ishikawa actually had when working independently.
At the very least, he knew not to keep a light. In the darkness, that was equivalent to walking around with a target on his back and he hardly needed the light to see spirits anyways. As for other predators, well there was a reason he had chosen a night where the moon had no particular significance in any major arcana. This too, he had thought, might make it easier to track the specific creature he had followed all the way from Tokyo.
For the time, things were not progressing well but they were also not progressing poorly. Yet. He had hours left to burn.
Ishikawa Yuuto
The forbidden forest on Manta Carlos was one of those places that humans were not meant to wander, at least without some sort of power. As a general rule, magic always drew to magic, so in places such as these, it was nearly impossible to not encounter some sort of spirit. Dead, elemental, demonic. The presence of any of these three would have been a reassurance that Ishikawa was treading on familiar territory.
It was a few minutes passed one in the morning, and the entire forest had yet to produce anything remarkable besides an unsettling amount of insects. He had been there for two hours. The lack of anything unusual was a troubling sign, one which wiser men and women would take as a clear cause to leave immediately and come back with a few dozen friends.
Times like this betrayed exactly how little experience Ishikawa actually had when working independently.
At the very least, he knew not to keep a light. In the darkness, that was equivalent to walking around with a target on his back and he hardly needed the light to see spirits anyways. As for other predators, well there was a reason he had chosen a night where the moon had no particular significance in any major arcana. This too, he had thought, might make it easier to track the specific creature he had followed all the way from Tokyo.
For the time, things were not progressing well but they were also not progressing poorly. Yet. He had hours left to burn.