The search for Rohzivaan stretched long into the night, but despite their relentless efforts, no trace of him could be found.
Ahcehera led her team through the ruins of the battlefield, examining every piece of debris, and questioning every surviving soldier, but the answer remained the same, Rohzivaan had vanished.
The last place he had been seen was near the explosion site, yet no remains were found. The lack of a body sent a shiver down Ahcehera's spine.
If he had died, there would have been evidence. Blood, bones, something. But there was nothing. It was as if he had been erased from existence.
As the hours passed, the wind shifted, carrying a strange scent, one Ahcehera didn't recognize. The air thickened, almost suffocating, and the ground beneath them trembled.
Then, as if the planet itself had been scarred, an ancient mark burned into the earth. A massive, intricate sigil, carved deep into the soil, glowing with dark, malevolent energy.
