In the outskirts of Sellar City, inside a cave-like dungeon, a beautiful girl wearing armor made out of ice was dancing through a horde of skeletons.
Despite being a mage, she wielded two long swords forged from ice. A fierce gleam shone in her eyes as she tore through the horde as if they were constructs made out of cardboard.
Naturally, this player was none other than IceQueen.
Each attack of hers carried anger and determination. It was so fierce that those behind her started to whisper with concerned looks.
"She has been fighting for days now without logging off," one player commented. "Even for someone like her, she must be drained and mentally exhausted."
The man beside him shook his head. "It's no use… she won't stop until we clear this dungeon."
"I must say, even if the pay is very good, I'm seriously considering logging off… for the past couple of days we've just been constantly grinding."
"Shh… don't let her hear you."
