"Not here," says Mercury, but then she, too, pauses. Her eyes narrow and she turns to Sailor Reach.

"You feel it, too, don't you?" she asks matter-of-factly, as if that back-of-the-mind nagging is something normal and expected. A hostile presence. A youma, not one that she might command but one that would be happy to end her life indiscriminately if it can.

Stupid beast.