"The Northern Forest?"
'But that's impossible. I shouldn't be able to enter the Northern Forest. I mean, I'm a Race Kin—ugh.'
Evan stopped mid-thought, groaning lightly as his migraine suddenly intensified.
"Right, Prisma's memories got mixed up with my own memories. Come on, Evan, you don't have a Race Ruler Authority anymore. Nothing is stopping you from entering the Northern Forest."
He casually reminded himself of that fact and took a few steps forward, trying to sense any sign of life.
Not human, elf, beastkin, or dwarf life, but spirit life.
If this was the Northern Forest he believed it to be, then wind and ice spirits would definitely be present.
More importantly, the Great Wind Spirit Sylph should be here.
'But even if she is, I can't sense her unless she chooses to reveal herself. If I use enough magic power to expand my Detection Field, I'll only worsen the damage to my energy circuits.'
