Without wasting another heartbeat, Grey surged toward the source of the faint spiritual connection that tugged at his senses. The moment he moved, his figure became a blur, cutting through the air with silent precision. Each step he took seemed to erase the distance between him and his target. The old man ahead, though clearly moving at his full speed, could not hope to compare with Grey's agility. The gap between them shrank at a terrifying pace, like a shadow overtaken by the rising dawn.
But just as Grey crossed into a thousand-foot radius of the old man, a sound... no, a presence, slammed into his mind.
