In another location, thousands of kilometers away from the battlefield where Malrik and Orvak had fought, Wuthenya could be seen dashing forward, her form crossing great distances in the blink of an eye as she exceeded Mach Seven through sheer physical speed.
The wind screamed, numerous times in fact, as she tore through the air like a silver comet. Her face was cold and unreadable. At this moment, she was overwhelmed with frustration.
She hadn't been able to keep up with the battle between her brother and the Sinvaira. One moment, they had been in the forest. The next, the entire forest had been cleaved in half, and both combatants had vanished.
Now, she was heading toward the location where her brother had been fighting, though she didn't know the precise place. Every Wargrave, however, was marked by a unique identifier, allowing them to track one another across vast distances, just like how Asher had been marked during the True Awakening.
