"Claire, Senior? What's wrong with you?"
Immediately noticing something was amiss, Anvis raised his hand and cast a Healing Magic spell.
"Wait… Anvis, I seem to recall something about this place…"
Still clutching her head, Claire suddenly staggered to her feet, walked over to the obelisk, and lightly slashed her fingertip. She then pressed her bleeding finger against the diamond-shaped Rune.
As the dim Inscriptions were soaked with the girl's blood, a gentle silver light suddenly emerged from deep within the patterns, gradually flowing and filling the entire Rune.
"Anvis… here, hold my hand with your scepter, and establish a connection—"
"I understand."
Nodding, Anvis thought for a moment, and gently took off his left glove, holding the girl's delicate hand in his palm.
The sensation in his palm was clammy, ice-cold.
The next moment, a gentle yet lifeless synthetic voice suddenly rang out in his Spirit Sea.
