Despite the strange sense of familiarity that Grey felt toward the misty mountains, he did not stop his advance. The feeling lingered faintly at the back of his mind, like a memory he could not quite reach, but he ignored it, pushing deeper into the underground tunnels. His expression remained cold and detached, his movements fluid and sharp. Each stride left behind only a fading blur, the sound of his passage swallowed by the dense, mist-filled air.
Since his breakthrough to the Ninth Level, Grey had been struggling to put into words the transformation that had occurred within him. It was not merely strength... no, it was something far beyond that. The world itself seemed to breathe differently around him. The flow of energy in the air, once subtle and elusive, now pulsed like a living heartbeat that only he could hear.
