"Did you find anything?"
Serion asked as another Light Born appeared in front of him, but this time, his usual calm was nowhere to be seen.
His breathing seemed a bit ragged, his hands held the Light Born's shoulders in desperation, and his eyes searched for answers.
He needed an answer.
Something.
Anything would do.
Thirty minutes had passed. Eleven Light Borns had returned from their search, and none of them had brought any good news. At this point, Serion was at his wits' end.
He needed to report back to the Supreme World quickly. If he didn't find anything soon, this…
This might spell his end.
This was the reason he so desperately clung to the Light Born as if he were his last hope.
But…
"No…"
The Light Born shook his head with a solemn look on his face, just like the others had.
"I searched a total of fifty worlds that had even the slightest bit of relationship with Greenmarch and its people, but I didn't find any link to the Anomaly."
He explained.
