A figure moved through the silent, snow-blanketed corridors of the Eclipse Castle with a predator's grace, their form a blur against the obsidian stone. Their pace was swift, eating up the distance to the private training grounds with unnerving efficiency.
They arrived at the exact spot where Amaniel had lain just moments before, the air still humming with the faint, chaotic residue of clashing elemental auras.
Crunch-!
The figure sank into a low squat, a gloved hand extending to touch the dark stain of blood that had melted a small patch of snow. The fingertips came away stained crimson.
A frown formed beneath a sleek, black mask that covered the lower half of their face. With a frustrated sigh that was unmistakably feminine, Cassandra reached up and tugged the mask down, revealing features tight with worry.
'Where did he go?' The thought was sharp, laced with impatience and a thread of concern. 'System, where is he? Are you sure you gave the right coordinates?'
