[: 3rd POV :]
Days had passed filled with uncertainty.
Within a grand chamber lit by crystalline lanterns, Melira stood opposite Caelira, not as a superior but as a fellow sovereign weighed down by fear and unanswered questions.
Melira's tone was measured, though her eyes betrayed her worry.
"Caelira, you were with him until the very end. Tell me—where could my son have been teleported to?"
Caelira's hands tightened at her sides, her gaze steady though shadowed with guilt.
"Melira… I wish I knew. Truly, I do. But I have no idea where Daniel sent himself."
Melira's brow furrowed, not in anger but in aching frustration.
"You mean to say there was nothing—no sign, no flicker of where his power was reaching for?"
Caelira shook her head, her voice quiet yet resolute.
"He acted instinctively. I don't think he even knew how he did it. One moment, his power surged, and the next, Rika, Kael, Manork, and I were back on our continents. But Daniel… Daniel was gone."
