'The good news is that the Larks are still alive.' Ryman thought. 'The bad news is that between the lingering Frost Soul and the arrays trying to repair themselves, the signal is a jumbled mess.'
He moved as fast as he could, comparing his current distance from the energy signatures' source with the blueprint of the mansion to guess where his marks might have retreated.
Just like in the Distar Household, the house staff had followed protocol and run from the invaders without attempting to fight.
The Upyrs were on a tight schedule and couldn't afford to chase mere mortals through the maze that the servants' wings were. Their goal was the private quarters of the Larks and the undamaged furniture the Upyrs had left while breaking through the arrays showed Protector they had wasted no time.
