"Hey, Esma, what the hell are you doing here?"
Arabel's question echoed in Esma's mind as she stared up at the sky, as if mesmerized by the two bright figures.
"No, no, it's not her, it's not my little sister," Esma denied to herself. However, no matter how much she denied it, the bond that existed between them made it clear to her that this was not just an illusion, but reality—this was indeed Arabel, her sworn younger sister and the one with whom she had signed a contract.
"Little sister, is that really you?" she managed to squeeze out, addressing Arabel through their connection.
"Yes, it's me, — Arabel replied, and the admission seemed to explode like a bomb in Esma's mind.
"Little sister! When did you manage to master the Spirit Form?" Esma exclaimed to Arabel.
