As soon as Lloyd had finished dealing with the Nyxaris, a strange sensation pricked at his senses. It wasn't just the fading presence of the enemy, but something else—something alive.
Another presence.
A person.
Not far from him.
And they radiated a peculiar aura, one that twisted the air like a soft hum of dread and familiarity.
Suspicious.
Lloyd narrowed his eyes and moved forward cautiously. He didn't rush. Every step was deliberate, controlled. His fingers hovered near the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it at the first sign of danger.
The aura… it was getting closer.
Whoever it was, they weren't hiding themselves. They approached with ease, as if knowing Lloyd would sense them. That alone was troubling.
He exhaled softly through his nose and kept moving.
Soon, the feeling became too familiar—it was heading into a room.
That room.
The one where he had taken Silver.
His heart skipped.
A cold wave of urgency washed through him.
He broke into a run.
