"Hmmmm… we'll see in three days, won't we?" Riley's voice was calm, almost lazy, yet there was something chilling behind those words.
His eyes, cold and unreadable, locked briefly with Elder Harren's before he turned away.
Without waiting for a reply, he shrugged lightly, as though the matter were already beneath his concern.
Elder Adam followed silently, and together their figures rose high into the sky.
The air trembled faintly as their spiritual energy carried them far from the sect.
Below, disciples and elders alike watched their departure with hushed breath — not one dared to stop them.
Wind whistled past as the two soared beyond the mountain peaks, their robes fluttering against the crimson hue of the setting sun.
For a long while, neither spoke. Elder Adam's eyes kept darting toward Riley, curiosity burning beneath his calm expression.
There was something different about his disciple — something deeper, darker, and utterly unfathomable.
