|| Chapter 388 || In A Room Of Ice-Wielders
Phaelona quietly took a sip of tea. Her eyes secretly eyed each and everyone of members of the Fraunces nobility. The room felt several degrees colder as she struggled to keep her calm expression before the eyes of several of Helios' prominent people. The dumb seer, her close friend who seemed oblivious of the room's atmosphere on the outside, unconsciously approached her while keeping a calm exterior as the room plummeted in suffocating silence.
Surrounded by these famed ice-wielders, Phaelona internally shivered. However, she could not help but admit missing the presence of this powerful family.
Colahn gently placed the artifact on the table for all to see. The round thing is cushioned by soft fabric and it gleamed under the light of the room. On it's glistening skin, the runes shimmered, making Moulin uncontrollably curious despite the loud excited beating of his heart.