Ryan opened his eyes, his expression a mix of frustration and fascination. "I couldn't sense or find him," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of disbelief. "It doesn't make sense. It's as if he's dispersed not just his presence, but his very existence into the mana around us."
The shadows exchanged a brief, almost imperceptible glance. It was a silent communication, their thoughts intersecting in a shared understanding. 'That's our ultimate shadow concealment,' one of them thought, a flicker of pride sparking within. 'Wherever there's an absence of light, he can conceal himself completely and emerge from it as he pleases. He'll never be able to…'
But before the thought could even fully form, an unexpected voice sliced through their telepathic conversation, clear and undeniable. 'Is that so?' Ryan's voice echoed in their minds, cutting through their guarded thoughts like a knife. The shock was instantaneous.
