Then he looked back down toward the black goo ring on his finger.
The rooftop wind pushed ash past him while distant fire reflected against the dark metal surface.
Above him, Seong pulled both herself and Aeloria sharply sideways through the air as another blast of dragon fire narrowly missed them by inches.
Si Hon exhaled quietly.
Then brushed his thumb lightly across the ring.
The reaction came instantly.
A pale white glow spread softly outward from the metal before gathering into the air above his hand like floating mist.
And then—
A small projection appeared.
Tiny.
White-haired.
Messy.
A little girl floated there sleepily in oversized clothes, rubbing one eye with the exhausted energy of someone violently awakened from the world's best nap.
For exactly one second—
She looked completely confused.
Then her red eyes? opened wider.
And panic exploded across her tiny face.
「(⊙ロ⊙) Wah?!」
