CHAPTER 687
"Hmm." Grey mused as he hovered midair, eyes narrowed while staring into the distance with his arms folded across his chest.
'He hasn't landed yet. Did he slip into one of those shadow portals again? Or did he actually flee?'
Closing his eyes, Grey inhaled deeply.
His head rotated slowly from side to side, senses expanding outward as though he was feeling the world itself rather than seeing it.
A faint curve tugged at his lips.
"Looks like Noir is finished dealing with the army. That's reassuring."
Opening his eyes, Grey scanned the terrain once more, wind humming softly around his body.
"What? Did you really escape or what?" he roared into the sky, veins standing out on his neck. "Show yourself! I still need to take revenge for Vanessa and Millie!"
His voice rippled through the atmosphere, shaking the air as his fists clenched tightly, raw fury spilling outward.
"Me? Escape?" a calm voice replied. "How ridiculous of you to assume that."
