The fight ended fast.
But Ethan didn't relax.
He reached down, took Anya's small hand, and led her forward.
The two of them walked through the lingering aftershocks of power, step by step, toward the spot where Veyrakas and Kaelthar had vanished.
Specks of light and energy fragments still drifted in the void. From a distance, it looked like leftover embers after a fire.
But Ethan was never the type to get careless at a moment like this.
With enemies, he was always cautious.
He left no road back.
The closer they got, the heavier Ethan's gaze became.
On the surface, everything had gone quiet… but once he was close enough, he still caught something that felt off.
It wasn't obvious. No complete aura. No clear energy pulse.
Just a trace—so faint, so thin it nearly blended into the void.
So there was still a problem.
Ethan stopped and spread his fingers.
