The people of the northern continent feel a sudden chill, each reacting in their own way—some rubbing their necks, while those who are more sensitive glance around with a flicker of fear in their eyes, sensing that something has brushed past them.
Aurora was flipping through an old book when she suddenly felt a cold chill fill the room. She rubbed her hands and looked around cautiously, but the feeling vanished quickly.
'What was that? It had a thick aura of death,' Aurora thought to herself, recalling that this feeling was the same as when she sealed herself inside a book before she died.
The idea of something unseen and untouchable brushing past her a minute ago sent a wave of fear through her—she looked around instinctively, but only saw the black-eyed Healers.
The morning light, streaming into the room through the open window, revealed their exhausted, sleep-deprived faces more clearly.
