Grey Blade moved through the villa.
All around was deathly still, pitch black, as if his entire figure merged into the darkness.
He made not a single sound.
Grey Blade's eyes swept over every corner of the villa.
Suddenly, he looked in a certain direction, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile.
It was an ordinary wall, seemingly no different, but when he knocked on it, it felt solid.
Yet, Grey Blade did not walk away; instead, he continuously caressed the wall, from top to bottom, from left to right, until he pressed hard on a certain spot.
Clearly seamless, that small section of the wall collapsed inward like a separate brick.
The next moment, accompanied by a faint clicking noise,
the unremarkable wall in front of Grey Blade slowly opened, revealing a deep metallic passageway within.