Back in the Dragon Clan, the mountain peaks were completely silent. Even the skies, usually bursting with vibrant mana currents, seemed muted, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
Artemis was standing on top of the Jade Flame Pavilion, one of the highest peaks of the Dragon Clan's citadel, her arms crossed as she looked into the distant sky, thinking about Damon who had left a few days ago due to her mother.
The horizon shimmered with twilight mist, tinged faintly with celestial aether from the boundary between realms. She had stood there for hours, unmoving.
Her Spirit Senses had gone completely silent the moment Damon had disappeared and been teleported to the Primordial Era. No Spirits flocked around her to whisper about him, not even a glimpse of his aura, just nothing.
It was as if he'd ceased to exist. However, Artemis knew he was alive, deep down, her gut told her otherwise.
