Prince Aesril, along with Gelethorn, dashed back to the cavern after losing his connection with Jack. Tiny hills of sand came into view and disappeared in an instant. They left a trail of sand in their wake towards the other elves with their speed no monster of Grade E could match.
"What happened?" Gelethorn said between the whistles of wind. His blade was unsheathed as soon as he felt the tension coming from the prince.
"It's my fault, Gele," Prince Aesril said, waving a hand to shield his eyes against the sand. He stopped, Gelethorn did the same, over a dune. His mana sense was limited to only 500 meters. He frowned after sensing dozens of beasts lurking under the sandpits. His eyes tracing the ribbons of mana leaks he left to trail their way back to the cavern.
