Sarah crouched behind the fallen carcass of what Elena had identified as a Thunder Wyvern, her pale eyes scanning the horizon while the professors debated their next move. The cave systems Harold's group had found were still hours away, and something was driving the local predators toward their position with increasing urgency.
'Where are you, Kael?' The thought surfaced unbidden, and she pushed it down with practiced control. Three days of survival had taught her that dwelling on uncertainties was a luxury she couldn't afford. But sometimes, in quiet moments like this, her mind drifted to the white-haired boy who'd been just as lost and frightened as she was when they'd faced down their kidnappers together.
His SS-rank fire manipulation should have made him one of the most dangerous people in this rift. If anyone could carve their way through the nightmare landscape, it would be him. So where was he?
