That man had once posed a real threat to his life. And though Grey had been immersed in his enlightenment at the time, he was no longer willing to leave such danger lingering in the world. The young companion of that man was already dead, one more corpse beneath the sands of fate. Now, it was time to deal with the master.
Besides, Grey reasoned, who could say whether that old man had marked him as well?
To ensure his future safety, there could be no loose ends. And so, with the cold wind at his back and decisive esolve in his heart, Grey advanced through Green City, his steps were silent, his presence fleeting... like an unknown phantom of the storm.
The old man moved like a streak of fading light, his tattered robe fluttering wildly as he sped through the deserted streets. His steps were uneven, frantic, but his speed was astonishing for someone of his apparent age. Each breath he drew was laced with panic, every heartbeat echoing the dreadful omen gnawing at his soul.
