"Chaos, are you awake?" Asher inquired within the confines of his mind. His expression shifted from surprise to hope. His concern for the Chaos sword and Ember had weighed heavily on him, and the sensation of Chaos's presence filled him with relief.
However, this relief was short-lived as Asher felt the Chaos sword's restless energy attempting to surge out from his body. Frustration clouded his thoughts. It seemed that the allure of the Ice Palace affected both Chaos Sword and him.
Now wasn't the time to ponder this mysterious attraction, though. If Chaos sword broke free in front of the Fish Kin people, they might perceive him as an alien, and Asher had no idea how they would react. So, he attempted to communicate with the Chaos sword telepathically.
"Chaos, if you rush out, I will melt you down into a frying pan," he threatened. To his satisfaction, he sensed the Chaos sword quivering within his body. His threat had struck a chord.
