Anna and the mysterious woman had hovered high above the estate, suspended in the quiet embrace of the night sky as though gravity itself had forgotten them. Their presence had gone entirely unnoticed. Not a single one among the six transcended disciples of Merlin, nor any guard, servant, or guest within the vast estate, had sensed even the faintest disturbance.
It was not due to carelessness or lack of awareness. It was because the woman who stood beside Anna possessed a power so overwhelming that concealment came to her as naturally as breathing. Reality itself seemed to cooperate with her will, bending gently so that she could pass unseen, unheard, and unfelt.
