As the third day reached its conclusion, the monumental bronze gates of the Imperial Treasure Pavilion emitted a heavy sound and began to open. The sunlight from outside flooded the foyer, dispelling the gloom surrounding the structure.
Isabella emerged from her cultivation trance with a soft breath. Around her, a thin frost mist dissipated into the air, revealing eyes that now shimmered with a purer sapphire hue. Her posture emanated an elegant composure thanks to her assimilation of the Manual of the Primordial Frost Dragon.
Ethan opened his eyes at that exact moment, breaking his communion with the Black Chaos Sword. With a fluid motion, he sheathed the weapon at his waist and stood up, looking at Isabella with a smirk.
"Seems like you made good use of your time," said Ethan, taking in the princess's refined aura.
