The Last Blood Mage

Caelum, The Tracker

Two weeks ago, in the dense forest near the shoreline where Atheria had been thrown overboard, a tracker moved with silent purpose. His name was Caelum, a man with sharp, brown hair and a rugged appearance that spoke of years spent in the wilderness. A trained hunter, Caelum's keen eyes missed little in the natural world. Perched on his shoulder was his faithful companion, an eagle named Skye, whose sharp vision complemented his tracking skills.

Caelum crouched near the water's edge, examining the faint footprints partially washed away by the tide. "She came ashore here, Skye," he murmured, his voice low but clear. "But these prints are uneven. She's wounded."

Skye let out a soft screech, her eyes scanning the surroundings from her vantage point on Caelum's shoulder. The bird had been with Caelum for years, and their bond was one of deep mutual understanding.

The tracker stood up, his gaze following the trail of footprints leading into the forest. "She's trying to cover her tracks, bu