Kent arrived at the town with his personal squad of Chaos Immortals.
They moved swiftly, descending from the skies with cloaked energy and various protections ready to stop any Formation Arrays coming at them…
However, they were attacked…
The snow had already begun to melt from the residual heat of their arrival, and the town's perimeter was scanned instantly, but it was empty.
As they used their Divine Sense to search around, they didn't notice any signs of resistance. There was no Formation Circle and no traces of Merlin.
Kent stood at the center of the town square, his cloak fluttering in the wind as he stared at the abandoned buildings.
The Death Essence was gone, and even the residual mist left by the Dark Spirit had dissipated.
"He's gone," one of the Immortals confirmed. "No trace of him."
Kent didn't respond as he felt frustrated about this situation…
He clenched his fists as his Chaos Energy started leaking uncontrollably into the air.
Whom~
