Benjamin's Heirloom Ring

Anti-Frost Alliance

Adam found himself struck silent by the uncanny accuracy of Dolan's inference; indeed, the very question plaguing his mind was now laid bare before him. Benjamin Frost, purportedly the scion of a prestigious lineage, seemed incongruously at ease in the face of his purported misfortune. How could someone of such esteemed pedigree maintain a facade of contentment amidst what appeared to be a life steeped in adversity?

This perplexing contradiction gnawed at Adam's thoughts, shattering his preconceptions and plunging him into a maelstrom of doubt and intrigue.

"So, Mr. Xylon, you're suggesting that you can read my thoughts," Adam interjected swiftly, his tone incredulous. "But someone like Benjamin being the eldest son of the nation's top family? That's utterly preposterous. You can't possibly expect me to—"

"If you assume I share your perspective, you're sorely mistaken," Dolan Xylon interjected before Adam could conclude his sentence. "I hold a viewpoint that defies the notion of impo