Klaus blinked again, ascending high into the night sky. His silver hair, meticulously maintained, cascaded down to the nape of his neck, catching the moonlight as he hovered above the estate. His cold blue eyes, sharp and discerning, scanned the grounds below with a sense of authority, as if he were a god surveying his domain. A silver magic circle spun slowly beneath his feet, glowing softly as it held him aloft.
Thanks to the Eyes of Ten Mantra, Klaus could detect every presence on the estate, pinpointing them with ease and clarity. It didn't take long for him to locate Helene, her delicate figure concealed in the shadows of the garden as she tried to evade the guards who were frantically scouring the grounds in search of the source of the recent commotion.
