The snow swirled above Stonehenge, the ground trembling slightly, as if a colossal being was stretching beneath Heart Lake Island. The flickering firelight around was gradually becoming brighter in the mist. The stars were about to reach the correct positions, and more and more of the church's entourage arrived at Heart Lake Island.
"Ever-Youth Leaf."
In Stonehenge, Iluna calmly answered, but the man carrying the briefcase shook his head slightly:
"Wrong answer. That's just the temporary immortality of the flesh, the soul will eventually decay."
He turned and walked into the darkness that even the campfire couldn't illuminate, heading back to the old lighthouse, waiting for someone who could give the answer.
"What a pity, it seems even the first Chosen cannot answer such a question."
Sir said regretfully to Iluna, five crystal stones emitting a blue glow flew out of his waist pouch, floating before him:
