While the girls were busy chattering and throwing harmless insults at each other, completely lost in their unusual banter and gossip...
Aether stood still, his gaze locked on the throne before him.
The throne—massive and ancient—was sealed beneath a thick layer of glistening ice. Yet, through the frosty barrier, he could clearly make out the wooden carvings buried within.
He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing.
Aether was looking for something... something specific.
A Missing Key.
Yes, just like before—just like the throne he encountered in the Naiadae Empire.
'Could this one be the same?' he thought to himself, chewing gently on his lower lip in thought.
What if this throne, too, was similar to the others... requiring a key to activate its hidden functions?
Could it be a part of a pattern?
A puzzle waiting for him to piece together?
The Origin.
