Chapter Thirty-Five: Jada

“What happened here?” I asked.

I heard Sorin sigh. ‘I don’t know,’ he replied.

Through my dæmon’s eyes, I could see the barren wasteland over a hundred kilometres away. It used to be dense green forests filled with all kinds of mysterious creatures, but now there was nothing.

The trees were gone, all that was left was dirt and small flecks of ash—somehow it had all been burned to the ground without anyone even seeing a flame or trail of smoke. It was just gone.

Nothing moved in the vast sea of gray and as far as I could tell, Sorin was the only soul in the sky or on the ground.

The air shifted as we came to the edge of the grey. It felt charged with an energy that was far from good; it set my nerves on fire and filled me with dread.

Angel territory.

“Has it really been right here? All this time it was right here?” I asked, my voice cracking with frustration.

My dæmon sighed. ‘It has, you would never have been able to find it Jada, it’s hidden using magic far beyond your own abilities.