Snow tumbled from the sky in sheets. Inside, the mansion glowed with warmth while Frost Demons slithered down from the cliffside clouds.
After a feast filled with laughter, Asahi felt the weight of truth pressing in. The time had come. He braced himself, determined to speak with unflinching honesty.
"In less than four days, Primrose, Trid, and Grandpa will..." He was reluctant to share at first, knowing that no one would give the answers. But after several hours of commotion, "...will die."
Uneasy glances darted around the table, silent disapproval flickering in every eye. Asahi scrambled for words, knowing he had to act fast. Pancakes slipped from stunned hands as Trid, Stephen, and the others stared at him, waiting for an explanation.
"Because I shattered the Orb of Immortality..." Immediately, glances shook about, wondering why on earth he would share or shatter that relic. Some were plain out confused, while others were just disappointed.
