The magical woman vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind.
Ronan pulled back his empty hand and scanned his surroundings. "Where did she go?" he muttered, his eyes darting frantically across the clearing.
Suddenly, a tiny sphere of glowing light materialized in the air before him. Ronan tensed, startled for a moment, but as the orb drifted forward, he realized it was guiding him. Tightening his grip on the dagger, he set off after it.
The ball of light accelerated, weaving through the trees, and Ronan quickened his pace to keep up.
At last, the orb led him to the mouth of a dark cave before vanishing into the shadows within. Ronan took a deep breath, adjusted his grip on his dagger, and stepped inside.
