With the sun shining down on the freezing kingdom in the north, the demons and the humans were both trying to catch up on their rests. The morning sun somewhat made the glass spirits wary of movement, and even if their lines were breached at the foot of the mountain, they continued to sleep in the morning. This was good… even the demons would rest in the morning as well.
However, this peace was suddenly destroyed when the strong pressure of the demon soul ring disturbed the entire castle. Artie didn't think much about the rings after all; she had forgotten that these things shouldn't be taken out at will. She quickly slammed the emerging ring back inside as the pressure exploded around her. Her eyes widened as her lips curled in a 'my bad' expression.
