A few days later —
Karl was finally looking better —almost as if he found exactly what he had been searching for.
The solution.
The shield.
"You are ready?" he asked over the call.
The reply from the other end made his lips curl upward in satisfaction.
"Good, good," he said, nodding to himself. "Stay prepared. Once I confirm, I will send you the location. As for the rest … I will handle it personally. No need for you to worry."
A soft hum came through the line in agreement.
Karl ended the call, turning around with barely contained excitement.
But his expression paused the moment his gaze landed on Eira.
She was sitting quietly on the couch, staring at the silk scarf in her hands —so intently that it looked as though she were trying to read something hidden within its threads.
Just what was so special about that scarf?
First, it came out of Old Demon's pocket.
Then it caught Jasper's attention.
And now even Eira seemed utterly captivated by it.
