The second Grey left the room with Iria, he quietly scattered a fine layer of powder across the bed and the exact spot where he had been cultivating moments earlier. The powder was colorless and almost impossible to notice unless one inspected it carefully.
Grey had no idea how that bizarre existence had managed to track him. He had briefly considered that the creature might have somehow latched onto his shadow, using it as a medium to locate him. After all, the attack had originated from his shadow in the first place. However, there was no point dwelling on endless speculation. Whether his guess was correct or not, his priority remained the same.
Escape.
Only by leaving this place alive could he investigate the matter further.
