It was completely clean—no trace of dark power remained.
Abraham's body radiated dense, pure aura, so refined it appeared like a statue of light to Frey's eyes .. a result of his Absolute Manipulator ability.
"You really did get rid of it… that quickly."
"Don't underestimate me, son. Bringing me down isn't so easy."
Abraham placed a hand on Frey's shoulder.
For a rare moment, something softened in Frey's expression as he looked at his father's hand.
At that moment, Ada stepped out of the cabin.
"Oh… you're back, Frey. Welcome home."
Frey turned toward his sister.
She was wearing a simple white dress that matched her tied white hair.
Her face, her skin .. she looked far better now than she had after everything she'd endured.
Dark circles still lingered faintly beneath her eyes from all the stress she'd suffered.
And though she hid her hands behind her back, Frey could see everything—how she was biting her nails and fingers from nervousness until they bled.
