The vast snowfield resembled an endless white ocean, and the continuous snow-capped mountains lay like sleeping giant dragons. The snowy ridges, polished smooth as a mirror by the fierce wind, glistened with a cold silver sheen, tracing majestic patterns across the land.
"Hoo!"
A frosty silver light streaked across the boundless ice plain with astonishing speed, breaking through the fierce wind and swirling snow, swiftly weaving between the snow-capped peaks.
This was clearly a stunning woman clad in a silver-white dress, her body covered in wounds, bloodstained, looking rather disheveled. Yet she had no time to recover, only flying rapidly towards the snow-covered mountains.
Behind her, several thousand kilometers away, more than a dozen lights pursued relentlessly, intent on killing.
"Where exactly is it..."
