Inside an iceberg in Antarctica.
A figure sat quietly within, mysterious, intricate runes revolving ceaselessly around her.
A black crystal hovered above her head, flickering with a light that seemed ready to devour anyone who saw it.
Its light revealed her face.
She was petite and slender, with features unlike a human's, much like a Flower Fairy. By human standards, however, she was a beautiful creature.
Suddenly, Isman opened her eyes, eyes like ice crystals.
Her sweet, delicate air vanished the instant she opened them.
Those eyes were truly as cold and indifferent as ice.
She looked toward the Spatial Passage, somewhat puzzled.
Why was such a powerful surge of energy coming from there? It felt like the fluctuations of Spatial Teleportation.
The corners of Isman's lips lifted slightly. Could that fellow Obuen's descendants have come looking for him?
Sorry, but you're destined to find nothing. He's already been blown to bits.
She pondered for a moment. Her battle with Obuen had given her new insights, and in the end, she had pierced his skull in a single strike.
She had spent two and a half years recovering.
Once her injuries healed, she had not immediately emerged from seclusion. Instead, she had calmed her mind and reflected on what she had learned in that battle.
She still needed to retrieve Obuen's Armor. Even to her, it was worth a considerable amount, and she could not abandon it.
Without that armor, Obuen could never have lasted so long.
The armor would stay where it was; it could not leave this planet on its own. Whenever she went out to find it, it would still be hers. Making the most of her time to deepen her understanding mattered more.
But now, these spatial fluctuations suggested that someone had come looking, most likely