Meanwhile, in the Land of Extreme Winter, at the Eternal Freeze Castle.
The extreme cold is the sole ruler here, as if even time itself has frozen. Sitting upon the ten-thousand-year-old throne of primordial ice, the Ice Truth West suddenly opened his glacier-like timeless eyes, a hint of clear confusion flashing within the ice-blue pupils.
The extreme chill circulating around him keenly caught a discordant frequency emanating from a distant place—the foundational element sequence of everything was emitting a painful lament.
"This elemental arrangement..." his deep voice sounded like ice cracking, "What on earth is Lablas up to?"
Without further words, his form became transparent, as if merged with the sunlight on an ice crystal, before completely dissipating into the castle's harsh coldness, as if he had never existed.
At the same moment, in the Old Land, at the Truth Church Temple.
Within the resplendent temple, a peaceful and pure aura of light pervaded.
