"I do know someone like that," Mindy Lane said at last, after a brief pause to think it over. She tilted her head slightly, brows knitting as she searched her memory. "But her lightning isn't red-white. It's a pure, vivid crimson. She is a Rank Four Etherian. She came with us to hunt beasts this time, but when the beast tide surged, she ran north instead. If you're interested, I can take you to her right now."
Pure red lightning. Rank Four.
The faint spark of anticipation in Sylas Ruan's eyes dimmed almost instantly. His expression fell into a semblance of disappointment, the kind that came from hope snuffed out too quickly.
"No... I don't think she's the one I'm looking for," he said flatly after a pause.
