"It seems we don't have to wait," Sylvan said, his voice laced with amusement. "They are already back."
Evan turned his head in the direction Sylvan was looking and noticed silver-white ripples spreading across the air.
Suddenly, the space in that area was distorted, and moments later, Anastasia and Ashley emerged from the disruption.
Elora, who had been perched on top of the ice cocoon, immediately stood up upon seeing Anastasia and eagerly waved her hands toward her.
"Mother, I poked the eyes of eight wom—"
Before Elora could finish her report and demand her reward, Anastasia transformed into a streak of black light and appeared in front of Sylvan like a ghost.
"Wha—!" Sylvan exclaimed, startled by Anastasia's sudden appearance. But before he could react—
Bang!
A fist smashed into his face, sending him flying backwards like a rocket.