In a dimly lit cave, with the light of a wine-hued glow running deep into its depths, a strange screeching sound echoed, leading the way.
Harry and Gracie walked for about an hour, moving slower than an average turtle, cautious of any potential attack.
Finally, after a short but nerve-racking journey, both felt a pressing aura. It was subtle—something every person possessed—the difference being in how strongly one could manifest it.
Harry was well aware of this sensation, he had felt it multiple times before, even during his previous visit to the cave.
It was a clear sign that someone was already aware of their presence. It might not know their exact location, but the general area had been revealed.
"Thump"
"Thump"
Harry heard a sound—it was getting louder with each passing second. Something was approaching.
Harry and Gracie prepared to unleash their full strength in a single blow.
