Asher sighed, then rose from his seat and walked out of the room. Stepping outside, he couldn't sense Wuthenya and Malrik anywhere around him.
'They must have vanished again,' Asher thought, turning in the direction of his room with a slight frown.
As he walked through the hallways of the estate, thoughts swirled in Asher's mind like a storm. His greatest limitation during the True Awakening had been the lack of highly potent blood.
If someone stronger than Hillary had been the one to come after him instead, the blood he had gathered wouldn't have been nearly enough, simply because it had come from weak beasts.
But the truth was, he had no way around it. Although he could ask his siblings for help, Asher could already guess what Malrik's response would be, he might invite Asher to hunt the beast together.
He, who was barely equal to a Veil ranked beast, going against anything higher? That was utter madness, borderline suicide.
