As soon as Athar disappeared from sight, the air shimmered, and a figure suddenly materialized.
She was cloaked in a long, flowing shawl. Her form was half hidden in the folds of the shawl, making it nearly impossible to discern her face.
Only her eyes, sharp and glinting with intelligence, were visible beneath the hood. She was the same enigmatic presence who had appeared after Athar had struck Trux.
Her arrival was silent. Her presence was eerie and almost unnatural. In the darkness, her form appeared blurry and she looked like someone born of shadows and secrets and mystery.
She moved closer to the dying flames of the fire, her gaze settling on the corpses of Dervin's lackeys. It did not take her long to confirm what she had witnessed herself hidden in the darkness. The signs of corrosion were too obvious to overlook.
"I knew it, Athar," she murmured, her voice quiet but laced with amusement. "Your mist was never just a veil to blur vision."
