Sha, sha, sha...
A rustling sound came from the mist, unsettling, as if countless beasts were slowly moving through it, rubbing against grass and tree trunks.
Gulp.
In this unspeakable silence, Joanna could hear the sound of her sisters swallowing nervously.
"..."
They didn't know what they were about to face, or what might emerge from the curtain.
They knew nothing.
And it was this fact that weighed on their hearts with fear.
The unknown.
Always the greatest fear in the hearts of living beings.
Joanna's demeanor seemed better than the others—at least on the surface.
She tightened her face, pressed her lips together, clenched her fists tightly, and silently recited the name of the Ice and Snow Goddess.
She could not show any weakness at this moment.
But even as she repeatedly admonished herself in her heart, she couldn't help but want to cry out when she remembered what Sofia had said earlier.
"Our Lord has returned."
What does this mean?
