Alan solemnly handed the little clay figure to Isabella. This was her first time venturing far from home, and as her brother, he naturally had to give her something to remember him by—a parting gift to carry his thoughts.
Isabella tucked the clay figure carefully against her chest. Thanks to the cold aura dwelling in her body, the figure would not soften or melt from heat. On the contrary, it would gradually harden—just like the bond of blood between them, unbreakable and eternal.
Buzz—
The crimson teleportation array emitted a deep hum.
The little girl in white grasped Isabella's hand and stepped into the array without hesitation.
Alan opened his mouth, hesitated, and finally called out with one last question.
"Hey! Can you at least tell me where the Frost Sanctum is? If I ever want to find her... where should I go?"
