The uproar of the square seemed to be cut off in an instant by an invisible barrier.
Daniel quietly watched Isabella.
The ice cream in her hand had already started to melt, and the milky liquid slowly slid down her fair fingers, dripping onto the stone pavement.
But she paid no attention to it.
All her attention was focused on Daniel's face, and her violet eyes burned with an almost obsessive flame.
"Resurrecting a Demigod Rank powerhouse..."
Daniel finally spoke, his voice calm and even, betraying no emotion.
"The cost will far exceed what you can imagine."
"I don't care about the cost!"
Isabella's emotions flared, and her voice rose a few notches.
She took a deep breath, as if trying to calm herself.
After a moment, she released her clenched fist, and with her empty hand, she gently lifted a neatly folded white handkerchief from her backpack space.
She handed the handkerchief to Daniel.
"This is the only item she left behind."
