The Verdant Plain
Before the three of them stood the petite figure of a fifteen-year-old girl. Link and the two Frost Warriors frowned at the sight of her.
It was none other than the daughter of Nozama, Saroviny.
It was not too long ago that she had barely escaped with her life from Firuman. She also seemed to have grown a lot more powerful since then.
Saroviny was standing before them in silence, with her black battle robe billowing about her. At a glance, the embroidery seemed to be squirming in the robe's fabric, as if it had a mind of its own. However, upon closer inspection, one would notice that there were actual human souls twisting and turning in it.
Her garment was like a dark abyss, inside which were trapped countless spirits writhing about in agony. No matter how much they struggled, none of them were able to flee from their imprisonment.
Link and the other two shivered at the sight of what was going on with Saroviny's battle robe.
