The Whitmore’s

The sun hung low in the sky as Adrian arrived at the Whitmore residence, a sense of unease settling over him like a heavy cloak. The once-grand mansion now seemed shrouded in shadows, its imposing facade marred by the tragedy that had unfolded within its walls.

He was met at the door by Officer Patel, his expression grim. "Detective, you're not going to believe this."

Adrian frowned, his gut twisting with apprehension. "What happened?"

Patel led him through the dimly lit halls, their footsteps echoing off the polished marble floors. They entered the master bedroom, and Adrian's heart sank at the sight before him.

Ms. Whitmore lay on the ornate bed, her once vibrant eyes now dull and lifeless. Her skin was pallid, her lips cracked and dry. Adrian moved closer, his senses on high alert as he observed her condition.

"What happened to her?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Patel shook his head. "It's like she just… wasted away. Dehydrated, according to the preliminary report."

Adrian's mind raced with possibilities. Dehydration wasn't a common cause of death, especially not for someone in good health like Ms. Whitmore. He scanned the room, searching for any clues that might shed light on what had happened.

His eyes fell on a small vial lying on the bedside table, its contents empty. He picked it up, noting the faint residue of water magic lingering inside. It was clear that someone with immense power had been here, someone who could manipulate water with deadly precision.

"Water sorcery," Adrian murmured, his mind whirling with the implications. "Whoever did this was incredibly skilled."

Patel frowned, his brow furrowed with concern. "Do you think it's connected to the other attacks?"

Adrian nodded, his jaw set in determination. "It's too soon to say for sure, but it's definitely a possibility. We need to find out who's behind this, before anyone else gets hurt."

As they left the room, Adrian couldn't shake the feeling of dread that clung to him like a shadow. The Elementum Obscura was growing more dangerous by the day, and he knew they were running out of time to stop it.

Back at the precinct, Adrian poured over the evidence, searching for any connection between the attacks. He studied the vial of water magic, hoping it would lead him to their culprit. But as the hours passed and the leads dried up, he couldn't shake the feeling of frustration that gnawed at him.

He knew they were close, that they were on the verge of uncovering something big. But time was slipping away, and with each passing moment, the darkness grew stronger.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the city, Adrian vowed to himself that he would not rest until he had answers. He would hunt down whoever was behind these attacks, no matter the cost. And he would do whatever it took to protect his city and the people he cared about from the looming threat of the Elementum Obscura.