After setting up the Protective Array, Evangeline quietly left the Frost-plain Tribe.
Thorne was still waiting for her, ready to accompany her to the base of Thorncliff.
Fat snowflakes drifted down, and there was scarcely a living creature to be seen along the way. Then, a tall, slender figure appeared amid the swirling snow.
"Eva—" The moment Thorne saw Evangeline, his dark green eyes lit up.
He strode through the deep snow, swept Evangeline up, and pulled her tightly into his embrace. Glancing at the empty expanse of white behind her, he raised an eyebrow. "The Frost-plain Tribe wasn't willing to leave Norfell with us?"
Evangeline wrapped her arms around Thorne's neck as he carried her, tilting her head. "And the Grymdale Tribe?"
Recalling the look on Elias Moretti's face, Thorne scoffed. "You should've seen that coming."
Evangeline's lips curved. She rested her head against Thorne and said softly, "Let's go. I'll take you to meet the Fallen Beastmen."
