The Heavenly Demon of Terror

Samuel's POV

I turned to Owen, brushing some ash off my shoulder, and asked, "Alright... can your beast instincts track him?"

He didn't answer right away.

Owen stared out past the horizon where the remnants of Ezra's voidfire still danced like dying embers in the wind. His eyes shimmered gold for a second — the faint glow of the beast inside.

Then he closed his eyes.

Everything fell quiet.

Even the wind stopped.

A moment later, his nostrils flared. His shoulders stiffened.

Then he opened his eyes and spoke, voice low, sharp, and edged with unease.

"I can smell where he's been," Owen said. "But not where he's going."

He looked at me with a frown that twisted into something darker. "It's like... his trail folds in on itself. No scent. No echo. No heartbeat in the Void. But—"