"Not so fast.." All of a sudden, Noah stomped his foot on the ground, and his body shot forward, appearing right next to Harold's within a split second and grabbing him by his shoulders, stopping him from moving forward.
"What is it? Is there something wrong?" Harold, who was caught off guard by Noah grabbing him, asked with a curious expression. Noah stared forward, his gaze on the path that contained the scent trail. A frown was formed on his face, and he whispered under his breath, "Something's off…"
"But I'm sure that it.. it reminded me of Gerald. Isn't that how this power works?" Harold asked, thinking that he had misjudged what the scent ability actually meant. "No, no, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just.." Noah shook his head before continuing, "I think it might be a trap!"
"A trap?" Harold asked as his eyes widened. "Are you sure?"
