The demon-winged soul flashed through Karman Country at an astounding speed, carrying Vlad, Jormungandr, and Freya on its back. The wind whipped around them, but Freya focused on her companions. Vlad and Jormungandr were in deep meditation; their eyes closed, faces serene yet intense. She could clearly feel their energies fluctuating, waves of strange soul force emanating from them in rhythmic pulses.
It became apparent to Freya that this sudden change was the reason behind their decision to end the ambushes and return so abruptly. Although curiosity burned within her, she knew this was not the time for questions. It took all the young man and small yellow cat had to control their energy and spirit. The aura surrounding them was volatile, a mix of power and something else she couldn't quite place.
