Several months quietly slipped by.
During this time, no new attempts were made to hunt down Alex. The Curse, ever-watchful, never sensed the presence of any divine being entering the lower realm. That alone meant their ruse—Alex's supposed death—had worked. For now, they were safe.
Of course, there were still spies. A few shadows lingered around Edric and the others, always watching, always waiting. But they never saw Alex. He only ever met them through teleportation circles, slipping in and out like a ghost. No tracks. No signs. Just silence.
Alex had found a place to hide—deep within the Blood Domain. It was a shattered town at the edge of the realm, a place that had once been a city before the Great War tore it apart. Now, it stood abandoned, forgotten by time, and untouched by most.
It was perfect.
