CHAPTER 77
The morning after Grey had been shown to his new quarters, he was found sitting with his legs tightly crossed and his eyes squeezed shut.
He was mumbling soft, rhythmic words under his breath as he inhaled and exhaled with deliberate precision, moving his hands in slow arcs to grasp the unique frequency of this realm's mana.
'Almost there… just a bit more, I'm almost there,' he thought, focusing every fiber of his being on the task until—
Knock! Knock!
A sudden, thunderous pounding rang out against the wooden frame of his door.
"Darn it!" he shouted in pure frustration.
His eyes shot wide open, and in a fit of irritation, he stomped across the room toward the entrance.
"Who the hell decided to ruin my concentration just now?"
"Human Grey, it is me," Old Man Jankis's voice rumbled as Grey pulled the door open with a jerk.
"It is just Grey, not 'Human Grey.' By the way, what exactly do you want?"
