When he opened his eyes again…
Frey found himself lying on the cold ground, surrounded by the unending celebration of the Ultras.
"…Did I pass out?"
As his senses returned, Frey felt a bit better. His body had started adapting to the demonic blood he drank earlier.
The headache wasn't completely gone, but it had dulled.
Still, he forced himself to move through the crowd—now searching for two people, not one.
"Where the hell did Clana go?!"
Just as he was about to activate the third-person pov to locate her, Frey was startled to see Clana herself stepping out from between the crowd, staring at him with a strange look in her eyes.
"Clana?! What happened?!"
He asked immediately, but she ignored the panic in his voice and replied with a slow, sleepy gaze.
"He's not here."
"Who?"
"Knoth."
She smiled, and Frey groaned, still trying to keep his focus despite the throbbing pain.
"Then let's keep searching."
