[ POV: Amelia Scarlett ]
Sam gradually dispersed his Dao Emperor Avatar and descended gracefully to the ground. The ice he had conjured disappeared with a simple wave of his hand. His appearance returned to its usual state, with his white hair reverting to crimson and his red eyes transforming into a serene oceanic blue.
I secretly had a soft spot for the white hair, though.
"Adriana, gather everyone and take them to the ancestral manor," the patriarch of the Hailstorm Clan instructed before vanishing into thin air, leaving behind his words.
His younger brother, Harper, let out a derisive snort and promptly disappeared as well.
I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.
I had observed Harper's consistent dissatisfaction since our arrival, particularly toward Sam. Additionally, his strained relationship with the patriarch, his older brother, had not escaped my notice.