Arthur held a compass in his hand. Unlike any ordinary compass, this one had nine beads set into its surface. One glowed faintly, while the other eight remained dark and lifeless. Then, one of the dark beads suddenly flickered with a red light.Arthur glanced at it once before heading straight in the direction it indicated.…Far away, on a mountain deep in the wilderness, Clara sat beside a campfire, warming herself as she stared into the distance, lost in thought.She was searching for Amara.Until recently, she had still sensed a faint spiritual connection with her sister. She had never known Amara's exact location, but deep down, she had always known her sister was somewhere in that direction.Now, that connection was gone.She touched the ring on her finger, and her thoughts grew restless.A human life was as fleeting as clouds drifting across the sky. That morning, she had still been agonizing over what to eat for lunch. In the blink of an eye, none of it mattered anymore
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