189 Hail Before Storm (5)

Staring ever so deep in thought at the reflection of a small slime in front of him, Rustly sighed with tired breath as he lamented on his helplessness. "...sigh. What do I even do?"

With the passing hours by the clock that he was not aware of, Rustly had nothing better to do but to only just sit around and wait for the inevitable. What was it? To him, he too didn't know.

"..." Rustly frowned. It seemed as if he had been sitting within cold ice for hours upon hours. "Lier... Sanke..." The only thing that he could do was but to reflect on himself, he just wished for an answer for the constant questions within his heart.

From finally knowing what to do till having answers on whether he could cure the crystallized state that Lier was in—It had been far too long where he was left at a stumped.

"The cure to the Ice Witch's Curse..." he muttered out. "Just what is it?"