The Ice Coffin was gone. Only Aaron Sinclair's figure remained, lying motionless where it had been.
Noticing the change, the two wintergourds keeping watch nearby flew over from their perch on the wall. They didn't dare get too close. Their master's aura was simply too terrifying, and they wouldn't be able to withstand it at close range.
After confirming that only the Ice Coffin was gone and their master was unharmed, they flew back to their original spot to continue their vigil.
Bullfrog and Tadpole, the two wintergourds. For the first three days, they had taken turns going to Xylos to cultivate and drink the Spiritual Liquid. Afterward, they collected all the remaining Spiritual Liquid, preparing to take it back to their clan. They had also pried out that piece of Spiritual Marrow, packed it up, and stored it away. For the next several days, Bullfrog and Tadpole had stayed by Aaron Sinclair's side without ever leaving.
The Underpalace was largely safe, but not completely empty.
