Cauldrus stretched his senses further, trying to pinpoint any signs of struggle. That was when he noticed something else.
A few were missing, not dead, just missing. These people were the elders. It was more than strange to Cauldrus, some of the most powerful elves in the kingdom, gone without a trace.
He couldn't help but wonder what had happened, perhaps these elders were the ones behind everything that was happening? He couldn't draw a definitive line exactly.
Before he could piece everything together, however, he felt something, faint, but still present, a ripple in the air.
Cauldrus turned instantly, ice magic coiling around his fingers while the cold energy poured from him, ready to strike, but he halted mid-motion when he saw the figure standing before him.
It was Ithil.