Hermes leaned back, lips curling into a slow grin at this plan.
"A damsel-in-distress plot? Never thought I'd see the day Ymir Glace played the princess waiting to be rescued by a knight."
"Shut up, Potentia." Ymir rolled his eyes, but the faintest hint of color touched his ears.
Hermes let out a low chuckle, though beneath it his pulse thrummed with something fiercer. This wasn't just theater. This was a hunt. And if Eirwyn truly was in the Void, frozen, waiting…
Then Hermes would be the one to find him. And this time, he wouldn't let him slip away.
"So… When do we start?"
***
The television anchors were practically salivating.
"Breaking news! Magnarok has kidnapped Cryoshift!"
