Raven surged ahead of the rest, racing toward the eastern edge of the Ice lands, flying further from the desert and Luinngard Empire. That was where the strange, oppressive energy pulsed from.
Cutting through the air at breakneck speed, her face bore a grave expression. Even Raven, who usually remained stone-faced, couldn't mask her emotions this time.
Realizing Northern's true strength was one thing—a jaw-dropping revelation. The fact that they existed worlds apart had shattered her mind, yet simultaneously filled her with immense joy.
She had always meant well from the beginning. Coming to the Dark continent, she watched countless people lose themselves to fear, to the brutal drive for survival, and it cut her deeply. No one understood how thoroughly the survival mindset stripped away one's potential for greatness.
