Isabel Dawnheart stood in silence, her sharp silver eyes sweeping across the devastated town.
A wave of mana spread from her body, scanning every corner of Mistvale and even reaching into the surrounding forest.
Amon and Selena still sat where they had fallen, their bodies weak but no longer in danger.
Though Isabel was a Mythborn, healing was not her strongest art yet even her limited touch was enough to help them to keep alive from verge of death.
Her white hair was tied neatly in a high bun. The light from the moon reflected off her glasses, their thin black rims sitting perfectly on the bridge of her nose.
She lifted her hand, and a beautiful blue crystal appeared in her palm. It glowed softly, humming as it tried to connect to someone far away.
After a few moments, a woman's voice came through mature, melodic, and teasing.
"Oh~ Isabel. To think you'd be the one to contact me. I still can't believe it's you. How many years has it been since we last talked?"
