Marina hit the top of the stairs and went left without slowing.

The Silvermoon ruins stretched in every direction, rubble and broken walls and the specific silence of a place that used to hold thousands of people and now held none. She pushed her shadow magic out ahead of her in a flat directional sweep, reading for a signature she had not felt in over a year but would know anywhere.

Same mother. Same root frequency. Same shadow magic at the base of it, just shaped differently by a different life.

She found him in forty seconds.

North passage, moving fast, sixty feet ahead.

She ran harder.

Silvain kept pace...