THUD.
The sled crested a snowdrift, then dropped onto a downward slope.
Colin steadied the parchment that had almost slipped from his grasp, incidentally touching his own, perfectly intact nose.
"Does it still hurt, Mr. Colin?" Orelia asked from her seat next to Ale.
"Not really, just a bit of phantom pain," Colin said. "My body probably just hasn't adjusted yet."
"That's good. I was worried my Divine Art had failed." Orelia cradled the Divine Emblem she had received a few days ago. "After all, this Magic Item doesn't enhance my healing abilities. The good thing is, it can help us against Undead or Evil Demons."
"We'll be counting on you to shine then."
"Shine… That will be up to you and Mr. Kase." Orelia pursed her lips and looked down, seeming a little shy.
Colin smiled, then turned his head to look at the surrounding snowy woods, relaxing his eyes.
They had reached the place where they had fought the great battle with the Skeletons a few days ago.
