Ronan watched the golden ladybug melt into the dust-laden sunlight, and Alazan's voice faded into the distance.
He fell into contemplation.
Things are far from as simple as Alazan said; the cost is not merely losing one percent concentration of the Ancient Frost Whale Bloodline.
There is also the subsequent inheritance of the Ice Emperor Chaguscona.
After a long time, the confusion in Ronan's eyes disappeared, and his gaze gradually calmed down.
"At least, let me catch my breath first."
He shook his head, took a few steps forward, and pushed open the small door of the rudimentary stone house with force.
The golden sunlight poured in from outside, somewhat glaring, and Ronan raised a hand to shield it.
When his eyes gradually adjusted to the light, he lowered his hand and finally saw the slender figure of a girl standing before him.
