The palace corridors became a blur as Jack moved.
In an instant, Jack moved fast enough that the elite guards tasked with monitoring his movements lost his position within seconds.
One moment, he was accompanied by Faye, an ethereal presence emanating from her with each passing second. Next, the corridor was devoid of any presence.
The guards exchanged confused glances, hands instinctively moving to weapons they understood would be useless against a target moving at such velocity.
Jack didn't care about their confusion. His mind was already three moves ahead, processing the implications of what Loryn had transmitted through the Soul Link.
The dark mana sigil for binding dark mana to his soul. A key to unlocking what should have been his birthright.
He didn't slow until he reached an empty chamber deep within the palace's administrative sector.
