Zephyr's steps halted for a split second when he felt a malicious gaze on himself, but before he could follow the urge to look around, the feeling vanished—so quickly it seemed almost a trick of his imagination.
The dome was quite noisy, alive with the sounds of combat and hurried footsteps.
So he couldn't tell if his instincts were guiding him correctly.
He snapped out of his thoughts when a middle-aged voice sounded before him.
"Newcomer, is this your first time here?"
The voice dripped with displeasure, and Zephyr felt it keenly as its owner abruptly waved a hand before his eyes, muttering.
"Are you blind? Answer me."
Zephyr's brow furrowed as he nodded. His eyes squinted, trying to at least find a faint dark shadow before him, but it was far too indistinct for him to make out anything.
The middle-aged voice spoke again.
