The Wyverns climbed rapidly. Cold morning air rushed past Jax as the Demon Capital disappeared beneath them, becoming smaller with every passing second.
Twenty-four members of the Order of the Dark Knights flew in disciplined formation around him. Their black armor reflected the sunlight. Their Wyverns moved with practiced precision.
Jax, however, wasn't paying attention to the formation. His attention was elsewhere. He closed his eyes and the world around him seemed to disappear.
His Spatial Rune activated. Space itself unfolded inside his perception. Distance stopped behaving normally.
Mountains, forests, cities, oceans, magical territories—Jax could feel them. Normally, finding someone through space wasn't difficult for him.
Especially someone as powerful and magically distinctive as Elyndra. Her presence should have stood out like a beacon.
But, Nothing.
Jax's brow furrowed. He pushed his magic farther, but the answer was still nothing. He expanded his search again.
Then—
