Racheal had tried to locate Jessica first. She stretched her Clairvoyance as far as it would reach, but the distance was staggering, like trying to glimpse a star from the bottom of a well. Her guardian was gone from her physical reach, leaving only silence where her presence should have been. With no other choice, Racheal turned her focus elsewhere.
That was when she'd detected Leon.
The trace had carried her to Shantel, to the lords manor, and now here, to this room, to the figure claiming to be him. Yet as she stood with her bow lowered, watching the man with violet eyes and white hair, nothing about the scene sat right.
'The more I use my talent to find him, the more I get nothing,' she thought, unease tightening her chest. 'It's as if he's vanished from existence.' There were only two explanations for such a disappearance: either there was a dimensional interference, like him being in the trial world while she wasn't or… he was dead.
