Location: Lower Realm - Frontier Territories / Multiple
Date/Time: 5-6 Ashwhisper, 9938 AZI
The frontier stretched endless and empty beneath a sky the color of old bruises.
Xingteng stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking a valley that had probably never seen dragon wings, her haunted dark grey eyes scanning terrain that refused to yield answers. Wind pulled at her dark hair—human form, always human form now—carrying scents of pine and distant snow and absolutely nothing useful.
Three weeks.
Three weeks of systematic searching. Three weeks of following cold trails and questioning nervous villagers and sensing for silver essence that should have blazed like a beacon to anyone with their bloodline.
Nothing.
"Anything?" Yinglong's voice came from behind her, gentle in the way her sister had learned to be gentle—never startling, never sudden, always announcing her presence before she got too close.
