The figure straightened and offered a shallow, gentlemanly bow toward the empty air, the exact spot where he felt Nwadimma's invisible gaze lingering before his form dissolved into nothingness, departing just as silently as he had arrived.
Nwadimma reappeared instantly the moment he vanished. She threw her domain law outward, her senses expanding in a violent wave that scoured the surrounding world for any ripple of energy. Yet, there was nothing. No trail, no residual heat, no trace.
She felt a cold realization settle in her chest. There were levels to this power. They were all called Paragons, yet here were figures capable of moving like ghosts right under the eyes of their own kind.
"Murmur," Nwadimma whispered, the name tasting like ash. She looked down at her brother, her heart heavy with dread. Though she had vowed to stand by his choices, she couldn't suppress the instinctive fear that he had just signed away something he could never get back.
