Third Person's POV
His thoughts churned as he replayed the descriptions of the veiled girl and the pretty boy who had caught the attention of the ever vigilant tracker imps of his organization.
The details had ignited something within him.
It was the need for a flicker of recognition and a higher status. He had been waiting for someone exactly like that, someone perfect for the role he had in mind.
He could still recall the voice of that mysterious lady, the one who had declared to him the promises that sent shivers down his spine.
It included all the promises of prestige, status, and power he could possibly get in such a short time, and one that would normally take him hundreds of years and a lot of luck to succeed.
And all of it was dependent on his ability to find and deliver this elusive prize.
But now, the trail had vanished. It had simply not been erased, but entirely nullified, as if his quarry had stepped outside the rules of the game entirely.
