It had been three nights since the battlefield turned silent.
The air around both Alpha Theo's and Derrick's territories hung heavy with worry.
No message, no vision, not even a trace of their scents. It was as though the world itself had swallowed them.
Kimberly sat quietly, staring into the dying fire. Her hands trembled as she clutched Theo's necklace against her chest.
Zach watched her from a distance but said nothing. Mohandria paced back and forth, her brows knitted in frustration.
"We've called on every sorcerer within the four regions," Mohandria muttered. "And yet… every single one gives the same reply."
Zach's tone was grim. "They all say Theo and Derrick are alive, but trapped beyond the living world."
Kimberly's voice broke the silence. "Trapped where?"
"In a place that answers to no spell and no prayer," Mohandria said softly.
Kimberly's lips quivered. "I feel his pain. It comes in waves. Sometimes I can't breathe. Sometimes it feels like his heart is mine."
