The ritual reached its peak, then it finally reached its end.
And then, silence.
The light died, the runes faded, and the valley returned to darkness as though nothing had happened at all.
Except for the bodies, and her.
She stood alone now, swaying slightly, her breath forced and ragged. The power was gone, but the cost remained, etched into her very soul.
Despite it, Seraphina grinned, but deep beneath the slight curl of her lips and the gleam in her eyes was a ruthless coldness that was filled with chilling intent.
'Found you'. She thought with a grin.
The coordinates, the paths, she finally realized where he was…
To think that after initiating such a high-profile war that swept through the Midnight Forest and all surrounding environs, Zaratul would actually go somewhere else to train and recover his power.
'Such guts,' she smiled darkly. 'You really look down on me, Zaratul'.
