I turned to Azalea, my voice low.
"This… this is where you fought the Ferans?"
She nodded slowly, her expression distant.
"Yes. Fought and lost."
I didn't say anything. Just stood beside her in silence.
Azalea stayed quiet for a while, then finally spoke again.
"I can feel Dahlia's seal in the area. It's faint, but it's still holding."
I narrowed my eyes and extended my Psynapse, trying to sense what she was talking about. I swept my perception outward, layer by layer, searching for any trace of Essence patterns or sealed runes. But I found nothing. It felt like a dead zone.
She continued, her voice calm but warning.
"Once we cross the seal… we'll come face to face with it."
My brows furrowed.
"We can't use the seal to our advantage somehow? Trap it? Limit its power?"
Azalea shook her head.
