As the group made their way back to the palace, the weight of Lumi's newfound responsibility hung over them like the frost-laden clouds that covered the mountaintops. Boreas walked ahead, his steps silent despite his large frame, while Lumi, Cyana, June, and Kite followed closely behind. The wind was cold but gentle, and the only sounds were the crunch of snow beneath their feet and the occasional flurry of snowflakes rustling through the mountain paths.
Lumi remained quiet, her thoughts still swirling from her encounter with the Frostfire God. She couldn't shake the feeling that everything had changed, even though outwardly, nothing seemed different. Her friends were still with her, her father still by her side, but the knowledge of the ancient threat—the Black Harp—gnawed at the back of her mind.
Glaciel, sensing her unease, broke the silence in Lumi's mind. "You're doing that thing again where you overthink. Relax. You've got time to figure this out."
