Having given his orders—and with no sign of the butterfly, Lumea, to ask if she wanted to return—Logan teleported himself back to Rosethorn using Silvia's spell.
He didn't like relying on her ability too often, but for now, it was the most efficient way to travel. The only issue? He could only warp to areas Silvia had marked. It was a clear reminder that his skills were borrowed—channeled through the bonds he shared with his tamed creatures.
It made him pause.
He hadn't fully tested the limits of this yet. If their abilities continued to evolve, would there be a cost to using their skills too frequently? Would overusing one create instability? That was something he'd have to test carefully, and soon.
For now, he focused on the present.
Logan returned riding atop his new unicorn, the radiant creature trotting proudly at his pace. It seemed eager to grow stronger—and Logan intended to push it to the top as it was one given by the great spirit of light, he expected a lot from it.
