Tracing the trajectory of the planar tremors, they knew instantly it was originating from the Frosell District. The realization hit them with the force of a physical blow: the Froslings' blood covenant was not with the Snow Elves. It was with someone else entirely. Someone incredibly powerful, who could not only face the full might of the Snow Elves on their own territory but successfully extract and free an entire race from their iron grasp.
Realizing this, the half-bloods saw a genuine glimmer of hope for the first time in their miserable existences.
If the Froslings were escaping, then maybe—just maybe—the half-bloods could leave with them. They were bound by the same blood covenant, after all. But to achieve that, they had to make the Froslings or their new, mysterious master aware of their existence and their current arrangements.
