'What the hell is going on…' he thought in confusion.
The Creator's game was supposed to be straightforward: collect all twelve Trumpets. But now one was gone? Vanished without a trace?
Or had it never been there to begin with?
He didn't say anything to the women.
Yennefer and Elleonora were still standing close to him, their expressions relaxed after the peaceful moment by the lake.
Telling them now would only create unnecessary worry.
He would figure this out himself first.
"Which one next?" Elleonora asked, her light blue eyes scanning the distant towers.
"The closest one," Aestrea replied calmly, pointing toward the sixth tower.
Yennefer quickly pulled him closer before they shot forward almost like a bullet, reaching the sixth tower after a relatively short journey across the floating islands of Arcadia.
The tower stood tall and imposing, its surface dark and veined with glowing crimson energy.
