He turned the wooden door handle with deliberate care, minimizing any potential noise that might give him away. Stepping inside, he was greeted by an unexpectedly beautiful fragrance—a stark contrast to the outside.
The air was suffused with a delicate, floral scent that permeated every nook and cranny of the aging house. With each step on the creaking, dust-laden floorboards, he resolved to trace the scent to its source.
Navigating the narrow corridor, he moved with the precision of a silent specter, determined not to disturb the aged timbers beneath him. As he neared a closed door, the scent reached its zenith. He poised his right hand, employing his left to deftly swing the door open.
In an instant, he activated his aura, empowering his nails with newfound strength and sharpness. Simultaneously, his Void shadow unfurled from his right hand, ready to counter any unforeseen threats.
