"There's a black stain spreading across the northern ridge."
"Animals are fleeing toward the river, and the deeper parts of the forest are completely empty."
"I can feel it… the magic is pulling away from the land like it's dying."
An older warrior stepped forward, calm compared to the others. He gave the Lycan king a short bow as the king joined the group in the clearing.
"Your Majesty, the witches are no longer where we last saw them. They've completely vanished."
Ethan walked up behind him, his brows furrowed with concern. "We should send another search party, maybe they moved… or were attacked."
"They weren't attacked," I muttered bitterly. "They took what should've never been given to them. Now, they'll unleash hell because of it."
The Lycan king tried to stay calm. "Maybe they relocated to begin restoring their land."
There was hope in his voice, even if it was clearly forced.
