At that moment, instead of helping her friends, Yue suddenly turned around and vanished in the opposite direction, toward the place she had been watching earlier.
The place that had given off the aura that had guided her here from another direction.
It was hidden behind towering ice walls.
There, atop a vast snow-white platform, something silently rested. A seemingly weak-looking ice sword, one that all the Rulers would recognize at a glance, was embedded in the center of the platform.
Atop the sword, a round snowflake shimmered in the air, its delicate form tinged with countless different hues.
It looked ethereal, as though it didn't truly belong to this world. In contrast, the sword itself appeared completely unremarkable—so ordinary and fragile that it seemed as though it could shatter with a single touch.
But Yue knew her instincts were right.
That sword and that snowflake were both connected to Kyle—the one everyone had told her had died after entering this realm.
