Max was practically speedwalking across the castle courtyards while gripping the folded paper tightly in his hand.
His mind was racing a thousand miles an hour.
The ritual circle was still burned into his memory.
The symbols.
The runes.
And above all…
The fact that it had fallen from Thara.
'It can't be a coincidence.'
Or maybe it could.
But honestly, after everything that had happened lately, Max was getting tired of believing in coincidences.
He crossed through one of the side gardens, desperately searching for red hair, a messy robe, or any accidental magical explosion that would indicate Seraphine's presence.
But instead, he ran into someone else.
Dorian.
The elf was calmly walking along with a small book in his hands and a suspiciously relaxed expression.
Max stopped dead in his tracks.
"Dorian!"
The healer looked up.
"Hmm?"
Max quickly approached him.
"Have you seen Seraphine?"
Dorian closed the book with absolute calm.
