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"…Just…what was that?"
The words left Guinevere's lips in a quiet breath. Dante…there had been no sign. Not a single footprint. Not even the faintest kind of any residue.
Gone.
Swallowed.
Like the world had blinked, and erased him from the page.
Guinevere's brows furrowed, her slender fingers twitching by her side as if reaching for some spell—some diagnostic anchor that might allow her to trace him—but there was nothing. The laws she knew, of mana that threaded through all magic, had simply…not applied. It hadn't been like teleportation, or foreign intervention, or any spell she had studied in her sleepless nights within various libraries.
It had been something else.
"I didn't even feel it," she murmured to herself, slowly beginning to walk. "No surge. No glyph. No cast. No will behind it."
