"Has something bad happened to him?" Ethan muttered to himself. He shook his head, trying to push the worry away. But the question lingered, like a thorn that wouldn't go away.
Ethan walked slowly along the rocky cliff, his mind still filled with confusion about Elyndor's whereabouts.
"I'll ask again later," he thought, trying to calm himself. After all, Elyndor always had a way of appearing at important moments. Maybe he just needed time to recover... or perhaps something bigger was happening.
He thought of Valdraxx, the ancient dragon spirit who had once been his ally. "If Valdraxx were still around, maybe I could ask him," Ethan muttered.
The dragon spirit possessed deep wisdom and might have known what was truly happening to Elyndor. But Valdraxx had long since perished, sacrificing himself in one of the earlier battles.
