All of them had silver hair.
Their expressions were calm, almost detached, yet their presence carried an unexplainable pressure that made Ivy instinctively tense.
They looked at her. And one of them spoke.
"The time is about to arrive. You should prepare yourself."
The voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it echoed strangely, as though it came from every direction at once.
Ivy frowned, confusion flashing across her face.
"What does that even mean?" she demanded, her tone sharp. "And who are you people?"
For a brief moment, the silver-haired figures went silent.
They seemed to pause... as if considering something.
Then one of them spoke again.
"You should think carefully about that question," the figure said calmly. "Rather than asking us… you should communicate with those who are ready to save you."
Ivy's frown deepened, irritation creeping in.
'What kind of nonsense is this?'
Before she could press further, another voice followed.
