With a deafening boom that shook the very ground, the shadow was hurled backward once more by Grey's sheer force. Panic clawed at it from within, a growing, gnawing terror it could no longer suppress. Grey was far stronger than it had anticipated. Yet the most terrifying aspect was not his power—it was his speed. He moved like the wind itself, crossing vast distances with but a single step. And he did all this in absolute silence. That quietness—this absence of any sound—only magnified the horror of his attacks, making each strike seem sudden, inevitable, and utterly merciless.
