"What the hell happened?" Hecate's crimson eyes widened, tears slowly dripping through her pale skin. The presence of her master had disappeared from the world.
It was as though she had...
Died.
Damien stood beside the crimson-haired vampire, his frown deepening. Becoming wealthier brought him satisfaction, but the reality would soon dash his hopes.
"Her aether background wouldn't disappear so quick if she had died. The aether fluctations left behind by the Sixth Paragon lasted over a month before SIGIL cleansed it."
He muttered under his breath, calming his partner down. "It seems that the boss has been sealed by the progenitor. Damn it, we should have expected this."
His sable-tinted gaze turned towards the crimson-haired vampire. She was the proof that powerful beings could be sealed one way or the other.
No matter how strong someone was.
