“There’s someone in there.”
Kenta’s ears perked up in an instant. It was a language he didn’t recognize, but his magic came in handy, and he was able to automatically translate the words inside his head. By the same virtue, his magic would also change any words that came out of his mouth into that foreign tongue. He couldn’t see the person who had uttered that statement, but he could hear every single word clearly. He called upon his magic and cloaked himself in it. Immediately, he became one with the stones inside the cave. No one would be able to detect his presence now. Mere seconds later, he could feel that magic again. Whoever it was, the person was strong enough to break apart the protective magic he had woven into the entrance of the cave. Then he stared curiously as three men stepped into the cave.