"If you do not wish to miss your chance, keep running."
And with that, he vanished.
No warning. No portal. No glyphs of transition. Not even the soft shimmer of residual magic. One heartbeat, he was there—standing like some divine sentinel carved from law and light—and the next, he was simply gone. Dissolved. Erased. As if the realm itself had reclaimed him.
No fanfare.
No flare of dramatics.
Just his final words, still ringing in the air like the echo of a bell struck in a silent cathedral:
"Keep running."
And then—nothing.
Silence.
The kind of silence that feels intentional. Like the world itself was waiting.
