Warlock Ch 407. Investigation [Part 2]
Damian didn't waste a second. The moment he stepped out of the inn, he activated [Spectral Surge] again and blurred down the empty alley like a phantom caught in motion blur.
He needed more proof.
The portal trace from the inn had been unstable. Rushed. Not the kind of spell used by a calm and collected royal escort. And definitely not one authorized by any of the fae court's high mages. That anchor spell had been clumsy—patchwork.
It felt more like a kidnapping than an extraction.
And now, it was time to test the theory.
Damian ducked into the nearest covered walkway and whispered, "[Dark Sight]."
The world flickered. Colors drained. Everything dulled to layered greys and faint purples. In this version of reality, light was irrelevant—only mana mattered. Footsteps lit the street like afterimages, pulses of ambient power echoing long after the users had gone.
And there—faint traces.
