As the cold winds of the Frozen Wastes whipped around them, Lumi stood with Glaciel raised, the icy magic swirling around her in preparation for the battle ahead. Her heart pounded as Erick's shadowy followers advanced, their red eyes gleaming in the distance. But as the tension mounted, Lumi realized something that had been nagging at her for some time.
Glaciel—the Hammer of Winter's Fury, with its sassy and sharp-tongued personality—had been silent for far too long.
There had been moments during the journey where Lumi had expected a snide remark or a clever retort from Glaciel, especially in moments of tension or triumph. But the hammer had remained quiet, which was unlike the magical artifact that had once been a near-constant presence in her mind.
Before she could dwell on it further, a familiar voice—smooth, confident, and just a little sarcastic—echoed in her mind.
"You finally noticed, huh? Took you long enough."
