Seeing it, Bruce stopped and squinted, observing carefully. The wind carried a faint stench, musky and animalistic. So this was it.
He approached with slow, cautious steps, lowering his stance as he neared the entrance. The inside was dark, almost pitch-black, the kind of darkness that devoured light.
But Bruce wasn't blind to it.
Ever since his blinding encounter with Ash's transformation light during their encounter with Vaelith, his eyes had changed. His pupils had adapted unnaturally fast to contrast, adjusting fluidly to bright and dim conditions alike. Night vision wasn't foreign to him anymore.
Still, compared to true nocturnal beasts, his vision was only halfway there, enough to see, but not perfect.
So, with a steady breath, he circulated a small portion of his regenerated mana to heal his eyes, not heal in normal sense but to technically to enhance its night vision.
