"What the helly…."
Indeed.
Those would be the word that would explain what she was thinking.
He was…
Just... gone.
No mana. No ripple in the weave. No distortion of the field. No push or pull, no flare or flicker. Not even the scent of residual casting. Just one step—one shift—and silence.
Elara's brow tightened as she slowly turned her gaze toward where he'd stood, the space now empty. A gust of wind pulled gently at her hair, harmless. Deceiving.
It didn't make sense.
Not even advanced spatial spells moved like that. Not without a mark. Not without a pulse. And certainly not without mana.
And that was the worst part.
Because she would have felt it.
