"Here," I said quietly, kneeling to examine the ground more closely.
This was a sickening energy I was all too familiar with.
The power of a Calamity.
But not just any Calamity. As I focused my enhanced senses on the lingering traces, the specific signature became unmistakable. The twisted malevolence, the crushing weight of powerful miasma, the particular resonance that had haunted my nightmares for months after our first encounter.
The Heavenly Demon.
"Arthur?" Seraphina's voice carried sharp concern as she noticed my expression. "What is it?"
I stood up slowly, my mind racing through possibilities that didn't make sense. "This energy... it's from the Heavenly Demon."
"That's impossible," Seraphina said immediately. "You killed Gideon months ago."
