[Mount Aeon]
Snow fell heavier now, thick flakes drifting down from dark clouds that seemed to press against the mountain peak.
Agatha Onyx stood beside the statue, her walking stick planted firmly in the snow, her eyes fixed on the spot where her grandson had disappeared.
More than a day had passed since Damian had vanished while bowing.
At first, when she'd felt that strong will radiate from the statue and pull her grandson somewhere else, her heart had nearly stopped in her chest.
'Where did he go?! Is someone else here?! An enemy of the Bloodworths?! Do they know his identity?!'
The thought had hit like a physical blow, panic flooding her system so fast she'd actually staggered.
But after some time, when the initial terror had faded enough for her to think clearly, she'd recognized something in that will.
The feeling had been familiar, like an echo of something she'd known a long time ago.
And then it clicked completely.
