He hurriedly left the market and headed north at high speed. But what he found was different.
The snow had disappeared, but the trees were still dead. As Sylas flew to the cave where they were hiding, he found nothing in it.
"Shit! They completely left," Sylas explained, annoyed.
Not wanting to lose their tracks, Sylas activated his tracking magic, which had a higher accuracy rate than the tracking magic of the academy elders.
The area was immediately covered with large golden magic runes, able to detect any trace left behind from the magic they used.
"Why can't I detect them?" asked the old man, annoyed.
He enlarged the range of the tracking magic, trying his best to find them even if it was just a small trace. Still, there was nothing he could do.
The magic aura of Aiden or Aurora was not visibly detected, as if they had already left the place.
Sylas clenched his fists and shouted loudly in anger, he vented his frustration on the cave wall to cause it to collapse.
