The forest was eerily silent as Dreadfang’s soul glided through the dense foliage, its spectral form flickering between the shadows of the towering trees. It had been searching relentlessly, covering miles of the forest, scanning every corner, but there was nothing—no trace of Kaito’s team. No footprints, no disturbances, not even the faintest lingering aura of their presence.
After hours of fruitless searching, Dreadfang returned to Kaito, who stood in the clearing near a massive oak tree, his arms crossed, his eyes scanning the darkened sky. The soul hovered before him and moved its mist-like tendrils in a series of sharp gestures—signs Kaito had come to understand.
They had found nothing.
Kaito’s jaw tightened. His eyes darkened with frustration, but he did not speak. Instead, he raised his hand and summoned Dynathor, the King of Forests.