Shalltear - Senses

It was a small room, but there were many bags and wooden crates inside. And there was something she hadn’t expected. Mixed in with the dust came the smell of fresh air, a breeze from outside. She simultaneously felt the presence of a human, growing fainter. Even having lost herself in her Blood Frenzy, Shalltear still vaguely remembered her orders.

“Kwaaaa!” Unleashing a cry of what could have been anger or war, she went after the presence, throwing the bags and crates out of her way.

Behind all the stuff was a hole. Not even a yard in, it was filled with dirt and sand, but fresh air was streaming through a slight gap.

It’s an easily misunderstood fact, but even when charmed, a target can tell only what they know. They can’t say something they don’t know, and if they were convinced something untrue was true, the charmer would acquire bad information.

Unlike Mare, Shalltear didn’t have any magic to move dirt out of the way. If she used a shock wave, there was the possibility the ceiling would cave in.

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Volume 3, Chapter 2.3