Grandpa Max's eyes seemed to bore into Harry's soul, as if he could see the secrets hidden deep within. Harry felt a surge of fear, unsure of how to respond.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Grandpa," Harry said, trying to sound convincing.
But Grandpa Max was not fooled. He knew that Harry was hiding something, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.
"Don't lie to me, Harry," Grandpa Max said, his voice firm but gentle. "I know that you've been working on the Omnitrex. I know that you've been trying to unlock its secrets."
Harry's eyes widened in shock, unsure of how Grandpa Max had discovered his secret. But as he looked at his grandfather, he saw something in his eyes that gave him pause. It was a glimmer of understanding, a sense that Grandpa Max knew more about the Omnitrex than he was letting on.
"How did you know?" Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Grandpa Max sighed, his eyes clouding over with a mixture of sadness and regret. "I've been watching you, Harry," he said. "I've been watching you since the day you first discovered the Omnitrex. I knew that you had a special connection to it, a connection that went beyond mere curiosity."
Harry felt a surge of excitement, unsure of what to make of Grandpa Max's words. But as he looked at his grandfather, he saw something in his eyes that gave him pause. It was a sense of nostalgia, a sense of longing for a time long past.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Grandpa Max's eyes seemed to glaze over, lost in thought. "I mean that I knew Azmuth," he said. "I knew him before he created the Omnitrex, before he disappeared into the unknown. I knew him when he was still a young man, full of hope and idealism."
Harry's eyes widened in shock, unsure of what to make of Grandpa Max's words. He had always known that his grandfather was old, but he had never suspected that he had a connection to Azmuth.
"What happened to him?" Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Grandpa Max's eyes seemed to cloud over, lost in thought. "He disappeared," he said. "He disappeared into the unknown, leaving behind only the Omnitrex as a legacy. But I know that he's still out there, watching over us from the shadows."
As Grandpa Max spoke, the room around them seemed to grow darker, the shadows deepening and twisting into grotesque forms. Harry felt a sense of foreboding, a sense that they were running out of time.
"What do we do now?" Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Grandpa Max's eyes locked onto his, his gaze burning with determination. "We have to find Azmuth," he said. "We have to find him before it's too late."
As he spoke, the room around them seemed to erupt into chaos, the darkness coalescing into a living, breathing entity. Harry felt a sense of fear, unsure of what lay ahead. But as he looked at Grandpa Max, he saw something in his eyes that gave him courage. It was a sense of determination, a sense that they would face whatever lay ahead together.