"This is the land she spoke of!" Ren's voice trembled with awe as she pointed to the terrain that stretched beyond the Ice Land's frozen edge. "The Realm of the Saints... Why have I never heard of it before?"
"Yes, that's it."
Kai narrowed his eyes, the name familiar yet stirring something ancient in his blood. He wasn't sure how to start it. He turned to Agara with a tight nod.
"I owe you, for now, for saving that girl. But don't mistake that for trust. Vampire manipulation isn't a trick, it's an art. One that leaves scars you can't always see."
Ren's brow furrowed as she stepped closer to him.
"I didn't sense any enchantment on her. No magic. No pull. She was a pawn, yes, but I don't think she's under anyone's influence anymore. I'd know. Ever since Dreamland... I can read the truth in people's auras."
Her voice was quiet but steady, her gaze locked on his, willing him to believe her.
