"Aurelia, what do you mean by 'wipe your memory'? You will forget about me?" Fruity asked, looking at the young lady beside him.
Aurelia gave him a complicated smile and replied, "I know, Fruity. But I can't be the reason people come after you. If I know about your ice, it only makes it more dangerous for you."
"But you will forget about me. You're my only friend," Fruity said, his voice tinged with sadness.
"And you are my only friend too," Aurelia said, tears welling up in her eyes. "But I can't let my presence put you in danger. I have to let go of the small memories we have. I can't risk your life for my own unwillingness to forget."
The Ice Princess spoke up, "Aurelia is right, Fruity. She needs to forget. But don't worry. I will take her to the Ice Palace. Once you're strong enough, you can come search for her. For now, you should return to the monastery.
It's the best place for you to hide and grow stronger."
Fruity looked troubled. "But how can you help me? You don't even know me."
The Ice Princess nodded, understanding his concern. "I know it's hard to trust me, but I will do my best. I can cover your tracks and protect you for now. I can't promise everything will be perfect, but I will try my hardest to help you."
Fruity felt a mix of frustration and gratitude. He knew the Ice Princess was trying to help, but the uncertainty of his situation weighed heavily on him. He glanced at Aurelia, who gave him a final, tearful smile.
"Thank you," Fruity said quietly. "I appreciate everything you're doing."
Aurelia nodded, her expression resolute despite her tears. "Stay safe, Fruity. And remember, you are not alone. We will find a way to be together again."
The Ice Princess and Aurelia vanished from the room, leaving only Fruity and his uncle behind. Fruity looked at his uncle and sighed deeply. His peaceful days were clearly over. "Let's go, Uncle," he said. Together, they left and headed back to the monastery.
Far from Hammon City, the Ice Princess stood atop an ice mountain, gazing at a girl before her. Suddenly, an icy mist swirled around Aurelia. When the mist cleared, a completely different person stood in her place. She looked almost identical to the Ice Princess but had silver hair and a natural charm that made her seem more in tune with nature.
"Sister, do you think he will be alright?" the Ice Princess asked, her voice tinged with concern.
"Annihilation Ice, Chaos Ice, and Devouring Ice," one of the ancient monks said, his voice trembling.
Fruity looked at them, confused. "Grandpa Monk, what are these types of ice?"
The ancient monk took a deep breath to steady himself. "Each of these ice types is incredibly rare and dangerous. They represent different aspects of the Ice element."
He pointed to the dark ice. "This is Annihilation Ice. It can erase anything it touches, reducing it to nothingness. It is one of the most feared types of ice because of its destructive nature."
Next, he gestured to the red ice. "This is Chaos Ice. It causes instability and disorder. It can disrupt the balance of elements and create chaos wherever it is used."
Finally, he indicated the dark gold ice. "This is Devouring Ice. It consumes and absorbs other energies, growing stronger with each thing it devours. It is nearly impossible to stop once it starts feeding."
Fruity listened carefully, absorbing the information. "So, each type of ice has its own unique power. Why are they so dangerous?"
The ancient monk nodded. "These ice types are dangerous because they can cause great harm if not controlled properly. They have the potential to change the world in significant ways, which is why they are so feared and sought after."
"I see," Fruity said. "So, they are afraid I might become too powerful in the future and can't be stopped." Grandpa Monk nodded in agreement.
"I understand," Fruity continued, his voice calm but carrying a note of resignation. "I will train and become stronger." His usual lively demeanor was gone, replaced by a more mature and somber attitude.
Grandpa Monk looked at him with a heavy heart. He turned to Fruity's Uncle Monk. "Take him to the Soul Temple and let him select any skill or technique he wants. After that, take him to the Immortal Cave."
He then addressed Fruity directly. "Use whatever resources you need to grow stronger. Your life is in your own hands now. As for us old fossils, we will stay here and stand guard."
Fruity nodded, accepting the responsibility. He left with his Uncle Monk, heading toward the Soul Temple. There was nothing he could do now but train and grow stronger.
Once they were gone, one of the ancient monks turned to the Grandmaster Monk. "Activate the formation and get everyone ready. Our peaceful days are over."