Snow stood still, his breath steady but his mind racing. No… this can’t be right. His senses, though dulled by his weakened state, screamed at him—something was wrong. He tried to dismiss it, telling himself that Cale was too strong to fall so easily. But then, a sharp buzz rang through his head, like a warning siren echoing in his very soul.


    Damn it… what is this feeling?


    He clenched his fists, frustration creeping in. He was too weak to pinpoint the exact source, too drained to properly sense what had happened. That alone sent a cold chill down his spine. His instincts had never failed him before. If he couldn’t feel Cale—


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    Without a second thought, Snow bent his knees slightly, then vanished from his spot. The ground beneath him cracked like shattered glass, debris shooting in every direction. With no mana at his disposal, this was purely raw strength—proof that his body, even in its current state, was still a weapon.


    Within seconds, he landed atop the tallest building in the city. From there, he surveyed the landscape, scanning for anything—any presence, any disturbance.


    Nothing.


    No trace of Cale. No presence. No heartbeat.


    For the first time in years, a terrifying thought gripped him. Cale… are you dead?


    to be continued