Young Zedekiel quickly stood up and scanned his surroundings, searching for any sign of the mysterious benefactor who had saved him. He knew that he had been wounded by iron and had been stabbed multiple times in the chest to which there was no way he could have recovered on his own but the landscape remained eerily still, devoid of any trace of the presence that had saved him from the brink of death. He tried calling out to see if anyone would answer but he was met with silence. Even the spirit s of the Vale dared not respond for they could feel the dense magic resonating in his body.