Third Person P.O.V.
The sun had begun its slow descent by the time Diane arrived at the cabin, her boots crunching through the forest floor, lips pursed, and brows drawn tight with irritation. Veronica stood by the cabin's entrance, pacing like a madwoman, arms wrapped around her middle. The sharp snap of twigs made her whip around.
"Took you long enough!" Veronica barked, eyes wild. "He’s gone, Diane. Gone! I searched everywhere."
Diane ignored the outburst, her sharp eyes sweeping the area. She extended a hand, palm facing out, muttering a chant under her breath. A shimmer of faint blue light vibrated in the air, surrounding the cabin like a bubble. It pulsed softly at her touch.
"No rupture," she said flatly. "The boundary is intact. No one crossed it."
Veronica threw her hands in
