"Whoa, looks like there's been a huge fight here..." Casildo remarked, taking in the state of the ruined room around them.
Gavin pointed his flashlight toward various corners of the massive chamber, worry creasing his brow. "Do you think they're okay?" he asked Baron, his tone laced with concern.
Baron, quiet and equally anxious, glanced at the frost-covered remnants of their surroundings, frowning. "How did a place like this get covered in such thick ice flowers?" he muttered in bewilderment.
Trisha's face suddenly tightened in suspicion. "Now that I think about it... Why did the guiding light that was following us just disappear?" She asked, puzzled.
"You mean the light created by that quiet guy?" Juna asked, and Trisha nodded.
Meanwhile, Arkana and Casildo exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. "Bro, are you thinking the same thing I am?" Casildo asked cryptically.
The young prince nodded.
