After quickly cremating Scheleth, Amy and I started tracking Fostoria, of course it was mostly Amy doing the work, as she concentrated to locate the elf.
Thankfully, Lueurre was just a small city just about 20 sq. kilometers in area so Amy could still feel her mana and track her down, though that compromised her stealth abilities a little, as long as she didn't flare up her mana, she was in the safe.
Not long after, she opened her eyes and offered me her hand, which I gladly took, and then, just like a drop of ink, we dissolved into the shadows.
Of course, I never got used to it, no matter how many times it happened. Cause in the shadows, I was blind, I was deaf, I was mute, and I was anosmic, the only thing I could feel was the coldness the shadows emitted. The older they were the colder they felt, and among them Amy was by far the coldest.
