Snap!
With a casual snap of his fingers, Ash cleaned up all the messes they had made.
The grass was pristine again, the air fresh and sweet with the scent of flowers, and everyone was suddenly fully dressed — though the lingering flush on their faces still clung to them.
Ash looked at Isis with a calm, intrigued smile, his reddish-purple eyes steady.
"While I don't know her personally, she's a pretty interesting figure," he said, referring to Minx.
"The Lord of Gifts… the Treasury of Existence itself walking around as a little girl. That's not something you see every day."
"The... Treasury of Existence?" she asked, unaware of the true power behind the name.
Truth be told, Ash didn't know either—but now that Minx was in his domain…
'There's nowhere you can run, little Minx,' he thought with a smile. 'Since you've come here… you won't be leaving.'
