After an hour or two of laying in the hammock, and thinking about what she wanted to do in the future, Clara decided to go and take her place as the rightful ruler of the Whiteowl region. That was her father's legacy and she did not want to throw that away.
There was a chance that she could come to regret this decision, but she decided to take it anyway. She would rather regret taking it now than regret not taking it later.
So, she told Ning what she wanted to do.
"I want to go back!" she said with a ferocious attitude.
"Great!" Ning said. "We should leave then. But… before we go, I think you might want to see something. Or rather… sense something."
"Hm?" Clara looked at him weirdly. "Sense what?"
"Have you noticed that ever since you came here, you couldn't sense any Essence at all?" he asked.
"Huh?" Clara looked around, trying to sense what she could. "Wait, you're right. I can't sense anything."
