Both the queen and the empress vanished.
My hands went through the fog.
One moment solid, the next, nothing but a thinning mist.
Cold passed through my palms like early morning air, then even that was gone.
I stood still, staring at the empty space where they had been.
The corridor felt too quiet now, the stone walls echoing my breaths.
What the hell just happened? They slipped away like ghosts.
Lucy landed lightly beside me, her boots barely making a sound on the floor.
She crossed her arms, scanning the spot with those sharp eyes of hers.
"Looks like they had already prepared a spell for escape," she said, her voice steady but with that edge she gets when things don't go as planned.
Lucy's always been the practical one, no nonsense, just facts.
I focused, sending out my mana threads like invisible feelers into the air.
They stretched far, probing every direction.
Nothing.
