Meanwhile, Grey, who had been walking steadily through the bustling streets, suddenly felt a strong impulse to look behind him.
The sensation came without warning.
It was so sudden and intense that Grey found himself unable to resist it. His footsteps slowed, and after a brief hesitation, he turned around, his gaze sweeping across the street behind him.
However, apart from the multitude of people constantly shuffling their way through the streets, each one seemingly occupied with their own destination and affairs, Grey saw nothing or no one peculiar.
There were merchants shouting out the prices of their goods, pedestrians weaving through the crowds, and the occasional carriage making its way through the busy streets. Nothing appeared out of place.
Grey narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Strange..." he muttered under his breath.
