Old Humphrey materialized beside the small group, his gaze settling on the black cat nestled in Odelia's arms. A flicker of surprise crossed his weathered features. He had heard the rumors about Grey's unusual companions, yet this was his first true look at Void. Beyond the cat's strikingly pure black fur and matching eyes—so dark they seemed to swallow the light—there was nothing outwardly remarkable. Still, the old man felt a faint, inexplicable pressure in the air around the creature.
Hands clasped behind his back, posture ramrod straight, Old Humphrey addressed them in a low, steady voice.
"I trust you're all prepared for what is coming."
