Harry's face squeezed into a frown, and he subconsciously held onto Miranda tighter.
His eyes lit up with a bright blue glint, and he could see the faint outline of one of the hooded figures standing before him with his spear embedded in the ground.
Though his vision was still being obstructed by the darkness, he could still see his opponents by infusing energy in his eyes.
Coupled with his high perception, fighting them wouldn't be a problem.
However, the problem was Miranda, who was starting to show adverse effects towards the smoke.
And the worst part of it was that, the smoke continued to billow.
It was almost alive—thickening, pulsing, trying to worm its way into every crevice of the forest.
Harry's brows tightened.
'They're using this darkness to mask their movements… and weaken the strong. This isn't just smoke—it's an enchanted field. Some kind of cursed domain?'
Harry's gaze snapped forward.
The clearing was still bathed in darkness—but his eyes cut through it now.
