The first rays of sunlight hadn't yet touched the sky when Kyle opened his eyes.
The world was silent—too silent—and the air was thick with tension and magic. His instincts prickled even before his feet touched the ground.
Mana was rising fast, wrapping itself around the village like a coiled serpent waiting to strike.
He dressed swiftly, securing his weapons with practiced hands. Every breath he took, he could feel the divine energy accumulating.
The ritual was underway.
Reaching out with his bond, Kyle sent a mental command to Queen.
'Get Silvy ready.'
The hawk, resting by the window, let out a quiet, sharp cry and soared into the sky, vanishing into the soft, dark hue of the pre-dawn air.
Kyle stepped out into the village square and paused.
His brows furrowed. The streets were empty, but not with the usual peace of sleep. No birds sang, no windows creaked open.
It was… still.
Too still.
