Genreia was still hunched over the cobblestone street, her fingers tracing the fading mana patterns where Akun had suddenly disappeared. Her concentration was intense, and she barely noticed the curious stares of the townspeople as they passed by, murmuring among themselves.
"What's she doing?" a passerby whispered.
"Must be some kind of mage," another replied.
Genreia ignored the chatter, her mind focused solely on the remnants of the magic that had taken Akun away. The energy was faint, but it was unmistakably powerful, tinged with a divine essence that troubled her deeply.
Suddenly, a black portal swirled into existence right before her, its dark energy radiating an ominous aura. Genreia jumped back, startled, her heart skipping a beat. Her hands instinctively ready to cast a spell, ready for whatever might emerge.