The sound of footsteps shifting broke the silence.
The burly man at Harry's side slowly turned to him, his figure casting a long shadow on the road.
His eyes seemed to study Harry for a few seconds before he finally spoke.
"The rift will open anytime now…" he said, his grip tightening on the massive spiked club in his hands.
The weapon gave a low creak, the steel shifting slightly under the force of his strength. "…Be careful."
Harry's head turned slowly toward him. The faint ripple of transparent waves distorted the lines of his face for a moment, but his expression was perfectly calm.
"Sure," Harry said simply, his voice quiet, casual—almost dismissive.
The response earned him a small reaction.
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, his brows knitting together just faintly.
He couldn't help but feel a bit surprised at
He hadn't expected such a casual, almost indifferent answer in the face of what was to come.
