Thus, the exchange between the Fire Keeper and Frostnova ended when she took that step.
When she took her second step, the two girls followed one after the other—Frostnova hurried a few steps ahead, but slowed when the Fire Keeper did not quicken her pace. In the end, Surtr walked in front, Frostnova about two steps behind her, and the Fire Keeper another two steps behind Frostnova, her footsteps utterly silent, as if she could slip into the shadows at any moment.
—The Iron Triangle: warrior, mage, healer. This is great.
—Too bad we're still missing a thief compared to the traditional four-person RPG party.
Thoughts turned in the girl's mind, and for a moment she thought of the NPC thief from the Undead Settlement, who should soon be locked away in the High Wall prison. But she quickly cast the thought aside—the Thief Brother had no combat ability to speak of, and without following the rescue route, he would even die in Irithyll. She had better not trouble him.
—When we clear the High Wall, if I run into him, I'll rescue him along the way. I don't need him to help me steal things from the city, either. I don't think I need to purchase those support items.
—After all, I have my Fire Keeper right here.
She thought this as she continued walking without pause. Before long, the secluded street that served as their temporary base was left far behind by the three of them.
For a long while.
For a long while.
For a long while.
In the silence, inside that abandoned base, on the flagstones where the Fire Keeper had once written the name of a god.
Faint pure light formed the patterns of a miracle.
One second, then two.
A slender, pale, illusory hand