As the Ice Spirit gazed upon the distant silhouette of the Nifelheim palace, a sense of unease crept over him, shattering the tranquility that once enveloped his cave. Memories of a not-so-distant past flooded his mind, transporting him back to the moment when Harvestasya had stood before him, her determination palpable in the air.
"I will return to my master's side and support him," Harvestasya had declared, her voice laced with confidence. A smirk had graced her lips as she cast a meaningful glance at the Ice Spirit. "You might want to contact the Fire Spirit by yourself, if you still love your cave. You know well how my master does things."
The Ice Spirit's heart had clenched with apprehension, knowing all too well the fiery temperament of the Fire Spirit. Yet, in that moment, he had understood the gravity of Harvestasya's words and the impending storm that loomed on the horizon.
