Searching Ameriah and Auria

"Should I call Medea? Maybe she could help?" Scylla asked, her voice trailing after Nathan as they stepped outside the castle, the cool night air brushing against them. 

Nathan didn't break stride. His gaze remained fixed ahead, his expression unreadable. "No, there's no need," he said firmly. 

Scylla frowned slightly but said nothing. 

It was true that Medea, the most gifted sorceress in the world, wielded magic powerful enough to shake the very foundations of reality. With the right spells, she could potentially trace even the faintest remnants of Hero Skills, weaving through layers of concealment that others wouldn't even perceive. Given time, she could likely accomplish what no ordinary mage could. 

But Nathan had already decided. He didn't need Medea for this. 

He had his own ways. 

"You stay here, just in case," Nathan ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.