Arthur shot up into the skies, his figure piercing through the wind as he closed his eyes, focusing all his energy on the only hope he had left—the Huntress.
She was the only one he could turn to for help since his grandparents' hands were tied.
The Coven of the Damned and its members were the only ones left who would dare to stand up to Derek.
His breathing steadied, his muscles tensed, and he reached outward with his senses, just as Asher had taught him.
He pushed his mana outward, spreading it farther and wider, extending his awareness across the entire planet within a matter of minutes.
The wind roared past him, the atmosphere trembling under the sheer weight of his presence.
But—
Nothing.
He couldn't sense anything.
Not even a trace of the Huntress's mana remained.
Arthur's heart sank as he exhaled sharply, his hands clenching into fists.
He had expected this outcome since she must be in hiding, but that didn't make it any less disheartening.
